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Lying still on a snow covered field |
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Watch the enemy through my sight |
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Single column seen from the side |
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It will be like target practise |
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Await the moment and act with surprise |
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The first one killed won't even know he died |
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As they come closer into perfect range |
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I pull the trigger and let death take them away |
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The first takes a bullet in the chest |
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His face contorts with pain |
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See him go down in the snow |
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Then let loose on all the rest |
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As my weapon hammers away |
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Blood and intestines spray |
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Crystal snow now covered in red |
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Won't stop until they are dead |
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Recon patrol 17 won't make it home |
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Presumed as lost in action |
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In time they will be found |
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As spring uncovers naked bones [Lead: Blomqvist] |
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Emptying the rifle clip |
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Reload and resume the killing |
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They turn and try to run away |
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From the merciless slaughter |
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Pumping my lead |
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Into fleeing backs |
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The ones who rape my country |
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Will pay with their blood [Lead: Sahlgren] |
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The frozen twisted corpses |
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Preserved by the winter cold |
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A source of food and life |
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For various scavengers |
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And when the sun warms again |
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The remains rot away |
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Leaving a pile of bones |
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For the future to find |
