| Deafening sounds of termination as we slay the unjust
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| And slaughter the lives of the wicked, watch flesh turn to dust
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| All the vermin will drown in a pool of blood
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| Junkies and politicians look to the sky and yell «please save us!»
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| Devils go by many names and don’t hide in the night
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| Demons have no need for masks, cause they’re in plain sight
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| Adversaries left for dead, only marked by a grave
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| With the epitaph «Rot In Pain»
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| Deafening cries begging for mercy turn to blood curdled screams
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| And torture the swine with their nightmares, living in poverty
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| The facade is exposed, true face of society
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| On a journey of deceit, violent lives ending violently
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| Now the innocence is gone, vengeance carries on
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| Innocence is gone, vengeance lives on
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| Ceiling collapse, walls closing in, live the life, die in sin
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| Adversaries left for dead, only marked by a grave
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| With the epitaph «Rot In Pain» |