| Raging vultures approaching the clearing
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| Forbidden from cultures and ground
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| Striking to kill with power and glory
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| It’s pain within pleasure they’ve found
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| Their fingertips drip with the blood of the foe
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| But grinning, enjoying the sight
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| They slash opposition for minding metallics
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| And scream for their pride and their rights
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| Hammer the walls with the front of your skull
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| Pound ancient stone 'til you tear down the wall
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| Find he who rules and imprisons us all
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| Search forever and find no one at all, Tortured Skull
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| Tortured Skull, bruised and beaten
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| Enslaved with lust and steel
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| Tortured Skull, skinned alive
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| Murderous speed to conceal
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| Begin grinding your teeth, scarring your face
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| Gripping the strength of belief
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| Distant aggression, the root of our lives
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| To bring you the tension relief
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| To rip and slice from the shine of your eyes
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| Is the law of intelligent minds
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| Metal rules with it’s rampage and violence
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| With bastards in death of all kinds |