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Back on the slaughter field |
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A place with a blood covered earth |
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Unround with the smell of victory |
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Only the strongest survive |
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Marching, through mutilated torsos |
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Proud with blood on my hands |
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Unround with the smell of the weak |
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Blood flows from our hate |
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Lifeless bodies is all we left |
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We march with the flag of death |
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Buried the weak, this place ours |
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We are the one who survive |
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Victory after butchery |
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No graves will be found |
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Ashes of the enemy |
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Damage assessment |
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Lifeless bodies is all we left |
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We march with the flag of death |
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Buried the weak, this place ours |
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We are the one who survived |
