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Forced into submission, die against their will |
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Skulls will decorate his wall, trophies from the kill |
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Held within tradition, selective twist of fate |
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Twisted, mangled, bloodied inside, there is no escape |
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Ambush! Enemy attack! |
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Bayonets stick in your back |
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Trenches starting to flood |
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With a soldiers blood |
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Stalking out your victims, make them yours to claim |
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Their skulls will decorate your wall, their lives you will take |
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Now your in position, moving into kill |
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Trashing, gutting, shredding the hide, drenched in, the blood, spilt |
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Ambush! Enemy attack! |
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Bayonets stick in your back |
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Trenches starting to flood |
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With a soldiers blood |
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Hunting, victims, behind disguise |
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Finish, the prey, without mistake |
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Slaughter, butcher, taking their pride |
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Ambushed, attack, leave them to die! |
