| Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men
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| Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again
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| Hear the rats are laughing with the voice of one
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| They’re all in heaven, delivered by our guns
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| With the multitudes we feed the grinder
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| The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya
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| We need no gods of war
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| Petty excuses no more
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| Just what we always wanted
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| The blood of our kind
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| Blind follow the blind
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| Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom
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| The sun goes nova, the earth goes ka-boom!
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| Take a flight from Trinity to Novaja Zemlya
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| The pyre is blazing and the flames will find ya
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| We need no gods of war
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| Petty excuses no more
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| Just what we always wanted
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| The blood of our kind
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| Blind follow the blind
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| Hear the stones, they’re sighing with the voice of the dead
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| Who lie below them with the worms they’ve fed
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| And when all that’s living is shattered by thunder
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| We’ll raise the dead, you, yourself will find ya
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| There ain’t no noble cause
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| Just mindless applause
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| The whetting stones whine on
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| Stroking blades 'til dawn
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| We need no gods of war
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| Petty excuses no more
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| Just what we always wanted
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| The blood of our kind
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| Blind follow the blind |