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Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men. |
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Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again. |
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Hear the rats, are laughing with the voice of one. |
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They're all in heaven, delivered by our guns. |
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With the multitudes we feed the grinder. |
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The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya. |
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We need no gods of war, petty excuses no more. |
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Just what we always wanted, the blood of our kind, blind follow the blind |
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Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom. |
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The sun goes nova, the earth goes |
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KA-BOOM! Take a flight from |
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Trinity to |
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Novaja Zemlya. |
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The pyre is blazing and the flames will find ya. |
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We need no gods of war, petty excuses no more. |
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Just what we always wanted, the blood of our kind, blind follow the blind. |
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Hear the stones, they're sighing with the voice of the dead, who lie below them with the worms they've fed. |
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And when all that's living is shattered by thunder, we'll raise the dead, you, yourself will find ya. |
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There ain't no noble cause, just mindless applause. |
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The whetting stones whine on, stroking blades 'til dawn. |
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We need no gods of war, petty excuses no more. |
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Just what we always wanted, the blood of our kind, blind follow the blind. |
