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Our eyes are searching for victims |
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at the air and the ground |
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lock yourselves in your holes |
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we are coming to feed |
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we know your taste's so sweet |
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We belong to the mountains |
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we came down to feed |
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straight from your flesh |
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We feel there's no tomorrow |
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we enjoy to watch you |
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beg for rest |
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Rip your flesh with our claws |
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and the air smells like blood |
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only ashes and bones |
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is what's left from your kind |
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taste the fear in your eyes |
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We will let you revenge us |
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but we know this story |
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bitter ends |
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We will hide in the sun |
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and our eyes |
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will turn around again |