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Bird's chants are over. |
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Child's laughs are over. |
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Look around, your nation's dead. |
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God has forgotten your name |
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And has died with your land. |
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Welcome it's the season of the dead and look, |
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slavery remains. |
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Six feet under rot your friends. |
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Ohhh father, llok at what the brothers have done, |
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They must suffer!!!! |
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They destroy their state in a split second. |
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Here nothing remains but hate & pain. |
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Vengeance is in the mind |
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You're lost in a false paradise |
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Hosts of people died here, |
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No promise of peace in a constant commotioned age. |
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Maybe death is the only solution. |
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And forever this nation's dead. |
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Beg the pardon. |
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FOG 2004 |
