| We’ll storm through your town
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| Breaking the walls down
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| Crash and burn
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| The residents soon will learn
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| Our destructive ways
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| Will punish you bastards
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| We make our way
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| The residential disaster
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| Fear strikes the masses
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| No separate classes
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| Facing us results in whooping of asses
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| Join us or die and get left in our wake
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| The decision is ours and we choose your fate
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| You are forced to obey once you follow or tribe
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| Posers and traitors won’t make it out alive
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| Feel our destruction
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| You’ll feel our rage
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| We’ll strike without warning
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| And war we will wage
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| You can’t survive!
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| Our forcefulness and our own will
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| Won’t take you alive!
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| Your punishment and our right to kill
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| The residents have fled
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| Across the lawns blood is shed
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| Crushing pain to those who remain
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| Revenge is ours. |
| Payment for out battle scars
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| No one can now make us refrain
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| The last disaster
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| Until we decide to do it again
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| There will be no laughter
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| No chance for your people to win
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| It was your mistake
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| And with vengeance we were forced correct
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| Now it’s too late
|
| And the dead are the only ones left
|
| Fear strikes the masses
|
| No separate classes
|
| Facing us results in whooping of asses
|
| You’ll feel our destruction
|
| You’ll feel our own rage
|
| We’ll strike without warning
|
| And war we will wage
|
| You can’t survive!
|
| Our forcefulness and our own will
|
| Won’t take you alive!
|
| Your punishment and our right to kill
|
| We’ll storm through your town
|
| Breaking the walls down
|
| Crash and burn
|
| The residents soon will learn
|
| Our destructive ways
|
| Will punish you bastards
|
| We make our way
|
| The residential disaster |