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From time bygone, until the end of now |
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Without conscious, a journey through blood |
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No compassion, death a consistent reality |
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March through blood, no end in sight |
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No mercy left, a nightmare for the affected ones |
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Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood |
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Soldiers, march towards battle |
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They invade, when napalm falls like burning rain |
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Like vultures, from above |
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The battlefield, covered in blood |
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When napalm, fills their lungs |
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A morbid taste, of reality |
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Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate |
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A stench of death, that will never disappear |
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Critical, a word that can not describe |
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Under clouds of blood, they died |
