| Moonlit faces, ghostly white
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| Robed in midnight leather
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| Death-heads adorn their necks
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| But they have lived forever
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| Malign, nocturnal predators
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| In search of human cattle
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| Drawn toward their anguished cries
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| Drowned by machine gun rattle
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| Compassionless as mortals die
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| They feed as we lie sleeping
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| To our otherworldly overlords
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| We are a harvest for the reaping
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| He said: «Hush my child
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| Please don’t fight, your faith is no salvation
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| Which is worse
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| A fatal kiss or slow asphyxiation?
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| I must eat so you must die
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| This is the natural order
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| Lambs to the slaughter»
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| Huddled in their barbed-wire pens
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| These frightened rabbits cower
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| What short-lived comfort daylight brings
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| The jaws of night devour
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| Shadowed by their twisted cross
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| They take their seats to dine
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| Gorge themselves upon the blood
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| Of the last of David’s line
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| While outside in the frosty dawn
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| Cold sentries dare not wonder why
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| When daybreak brings the reveille
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| Their officers in slumber lie?
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| She cried: «Holy Father save the children
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| Of your chosen nation
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| From the dead that walk this earth
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| Living abominations
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| We cannot fight what can’t be killed
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| Only the strong survive
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| (And evil never dies)» |