| Dreams of violence and murders fall down hard
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| Interzonic genocide high, the affusion of life
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| Now it’s time for suicide, to break the pure disbelief
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| Its time to riddle the flaws of the physique of motors
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| And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight
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| To the battered face of the soul
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| We are damned from power burnt black
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| Watch as we crush their laws
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| Hail to funerals
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| And feast upon their minds
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| Pure pain, the bitter souls stice bleeds in vain
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| Cold sky sin, broken veins breathe
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| Spirit mass corruption of deceit and death
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| Now it’s time for genocide, just another child to burn
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| More to beat of sin, to the rhythm of darkness deep within
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| And as we walk to the lost grounds of heaven tonight
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| To the battered face of the soul
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| We are damned from power burnt black
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| Watch as we crush their laws
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| Hail to funerals
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| And feast up on their minds
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| Pure pain, the bitter soulstice bleeds in vain |