| Dig up the hatchet and take to the field
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| Follow the madman, leave nothing concealed
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| Morning breaks on a new black dawn
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| Only to find, you’ve fallen for the con
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| Fields of orphans, fields of shame
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| Missiles screaming in to steal their loved ones slowly
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| In the name of right or wrong
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| They burn their families down
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| All for religion, God is lonely
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| They’re gonna pay
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| The world is on fire
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| Damn those Dogs of War
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| The planet’s on fire
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| Fields of ruin, fields of despair
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| A bitter sight in memory’s stare
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| Mountains rising of the slain
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| Forever twisting the knife of blame
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| Murder the kingdom for the glory of the crown
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| A river of blood moving oh so slowly
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| In the name of right or wrong
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| They watch their country bleed
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| God damn religion, God’s still lonely
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| They’d better pay
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| The world is on fire
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| Damn those Dogs of War
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| The planet’s on fire |