| Bastard son of a thousand wars
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| Born and raised in endless combat
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| Human killing machine was bred
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| A trail where the dead soldiers lie
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| Years splattered with blood
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| Walk a path strewn with corpses
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| Doing mission after mission
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| Now war is in my blood
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| War is in my blood
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| Memories of forgotten wars
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| Keep haunting my mind
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| Images of death and suffering
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| The bloody nightmares never end
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| Withdrawn in the woods
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| With the bloodhounds on his track
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| Jungle warfare tactics
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| Used to have them trapped
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| Taking them down one by one
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| As screams fill the night
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| Stabbing, shooting, impaling
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| Those weaklings all will die
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| They drew first blood
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| No deed left undone
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| They drew first blood
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| Now death will come
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| War
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| Driving spikes through their limbs
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| As war is in his blood
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| Hunters become the hunted
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| Since they drew first blood
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| Bastard son of a thousand wars
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| Born and raised in endless combat
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| Human killing machine was bred
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| A trail where the dead soldiers lie
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| Years splattered with blood
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| Walk a path strewn with corpses
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| Doing mission after mission
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| Now war is in my blood
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| War is in my blood |