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Propaganda death ensemble |
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Burial to be |
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Corpses rotting through the night |
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In blood laced misery |
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Scorched earth the policy |
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The reason for the siege |
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The pendulum it shaves the blade |
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The strafing air blood raid |
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Infiltration push reserves |
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Encircle the front lines |
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Supreme art of strategy |
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Playing on the minds |
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Bombard till submission |
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Take all to their graves |
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Indication of triumph |
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The number's that are dead |
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Sport the war, war support |
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The sport is war, total war |
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When victory's really massacre |
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The final swing is not a drill |
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It's how many people I can kill |
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Sport the war, war support |
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The sport is war, total war |
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When victory's really survival |
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The final swing is not a drill |
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It's how many people I can kill |
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Be dead, be from above |
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When darkness falls |
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Descend into my sights |
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Your fallen walls |
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Spearhead break through the lines |
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Flanked all around |
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Soldiers of attrition |
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Forward their ground |
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Regime prophetic age |
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Old in its time |
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Flowing veins run on through |
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Deep in the Rhine |
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Center of the web |
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All battles scored |
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What is our war crimes |
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Era forever more, war |
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Propaganda war ensemble |
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Burial to be |
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Bones shining by the night |
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In blood laced misery |
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Campaign of elimination |
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Twisted psychology |
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When victory is to survive |
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And death is defeat |
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Sport the war, war support |
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The sport is war, total war |
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When the end is a slaughter |
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The final swing is not a drill |
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It's how many people I can kill |
