| Armies from the gates of hell — creatures breathing ash
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| Massive rocket impact — as the armies clash
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| Confronting heavy armed assault — fully armored black
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| Clashing at our boundaries — there is no turning back
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| Burning skies — as fire begins to rain
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| Drowning the world in endless pain — as death comes closing in
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| Bullet impats cracking bones — seeking for your head
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| Our defense pounded to the ground — leaving them all dead
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| Wave by wave comes storming in — there is no end to see
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| Ankle deep in pools of blood — dead bodies lying next to me
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| Burning skies — as fire begins to rain
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| Drowning the world in endless pain — as death comes closing in
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| In the light of the dying sun — your world falls to peaces
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| In grinding artillery fire — as pain and damage increases
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| Bomb explosions — knocking gently on your door
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| Hear roaring cannon fire — that’s the drums of war
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| That’s our art of war
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| You can run — but never hide
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| Here death will always find you
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| Kill efficiency — industrialized
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| Genocide — mechanized
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| Firewalls — cremating human flesh
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| Wardemons — grinding them to death |