| Bombing run, intent to kill
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| Kill, murder, fire at will
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| Only innocents left to slaughter
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| More genocide then murder
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| Incinery bombs fall, explosions and fire
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| A fuckin' kill rate to admire
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| Families are annihilated
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| Nice girls and virgins are violated
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| A second wave of tanks and killers
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| Commit an act of brutal murder
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| We hack, we slash, we kill them all
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| The ash of burning bodies falls
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| Our tanks crunsh their bones
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| Grinding bodies, blood and stones
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| Gore obsessed, full of rage
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| Wrath and fury, intent to rape
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| Rejection is our reward
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| For we commited a bloodbath
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| No mercy for families and stuff
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| No mercy for us
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| Call us murderer
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| For us this is war
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| We live for slaughter, we live to kill
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| In times past, and now still
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| Demons of our past come forth
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| The dead ain’t dead no more
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| They want to bath in blood
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| They want to see us rot
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| Their revenge is our death |