| Iron-studded — Denim-Hell
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| Demon — Dynamo
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| Forwards — You can sleep when you’re dead
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| Let it rip — Thrashing your soul
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| A walking nightmare
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| In liquid mercury
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| Burning with the tombstone-courage
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| A parasitic Breed
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| Optimum arises
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| No need to call the priest
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| Invasion of the body-thrashers
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| Ripped to smithereens…
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| Cold blast — Cold run — Into neutron-fires
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| Born bastard to the bone
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| Outburst — You’ll be whipped in the streets
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| Like a Jackal raping your soul
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| A walking nightmare
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| Famine spreads our name
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| Creeping through the desert sand
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| Sledge-hammering insane
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| Optimum arises
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| Thrashing wild from side to side
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| Invasion of the Body-thrashers
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| Systematic blight…
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| Pandemonic nemesis
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| Nocturnal in our hearts
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| We’ll hut you down with butchers
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| And track you down with hounds
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| We’ll track you down with hounds
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| Invasion — Through the nation
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| Ripe for the plucking
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| C’mon f*ckers don’t you know
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| This is the night of the hunters
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| There is no parallel
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| In helix synchronicity
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| Dancing to the doomsday-bells
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| You stand in silence
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| As world-damnation burns
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| Screaming out in chainsaw-hymns
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| You’re babbling your last words
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| Omega rises — In hybrid sanctity
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| Drumming death through out the land
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| To the beat of nuclear winds
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| Spiked knuckles — Leathered Hell
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| Damnation — Dynamo
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| Thrashers — Feel the beast within, stir
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| The straight-jacket-waltz in your soul |