| Nemesis, in fury I curse thee
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| Sworn by blood to end thy life
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| Enemies in faith and traitor of the heart
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| Thy dry bones shalt stand as flowers
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| Rising in death nurished by blood
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| And bitter tears that drench the fields of battle
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| Napalm, napalm rain
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| Rain upon them that rise against
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| Burn the skin from living flesh
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| Tear bleeding tissue from bones
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| And thy bones shalt rise
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| Bating in its own blood and tears
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| That drench the fields of war
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| In bottomless disgrace
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| Burn fire, burn brighd, end their light
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| Show them the infernal majesty of night
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| Zyklon, feed upon the air they breathe
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| Infect them, weaken them
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| Annihilate, exterminate
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| Make them scream in soundless agony
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| Prayers drowned in bloodfilled lungs
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| That no god’ll never hear
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| Rising in death nurished by blood
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| And bitter tears that drench the fields of battle
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| And triumphantly we joy
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| Joy as they crawl
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| In their own shit, piss, tears and blood
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| Shamefully
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| Disgracefully
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| And we joy as we walk the blooddrenched fields
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| Where thy bones rise in death supremacy |