| From time bygone, until the end of now
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| Without conscious, a journey through blood
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| No compassion, death a consistent reality
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| March through blood, no end in sight
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| No mercy left, a nightmare for the affected ones
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| Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood
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| Soldiers, march towards battle
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| They invade, when napalm falls like burning rain
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| Like vultures, from above
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| The battlefield, covered in blood
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| When napalm, fills their lungs
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| A morbid taste, of reality
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| Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate
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| A stench of death, that will never disappear
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| Critical, a word that can not describe
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| Under clouds of blood, they died |