| The smell of poison gas — fills the air
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| No need to search for death — he will find you there
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| Soil drained with blood — cities pulverized
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| Dead bodies twisted — humans carbonized
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| Bonegrinder — grinding bones — eating them alive
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| Spitting them out dead — no one will survive
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| War is the only answer
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| My gun spreads bullets like cancer
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| Bombs like rain — day and night — moving out — suicide
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| Death angels — from the sky — descent from hell — thousands die
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| Machinegun fire — detonations — rifle rounds — devastation
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| Grinding bones — artillery shell — draining blood — here is hell
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| Fire, roaring thunder — will be my coming signs
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| Planting death and havoc — among the defense lines
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| Thousand bodies — lay ripped and torn
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| The sound of cannon fire — roars like thunderstorm
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| Soil drained with blood — cities pulverized
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| Dead bodies twisted — humans carbonized
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| Bonegrinder — grinding bones — eating them alive
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| Spitting them out dead — no one will survive
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| War is the only answer
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| My gun spreads bullets like cancer |