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See them die! |
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They Die! |
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A rain of blood should cover our world |
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Stench and decay should be the only thing we sense |
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But hidden in the dark and erased from our heads |
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Barbarity and slaughter are everywhere |
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A contemptible ethic, a relict |
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For the weakest of the weak |
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For the lowest of the low |
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My voice for the voiceless |
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My fists for the innocent the innocent the innocent |
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Voice of the voiceless |
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Voice of the voiceless |
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On the edge of a new age this is still our dogma |
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For the weakest of the weak |
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For the lowest of the low |
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My voice for the voiceless |
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My fists for the innocent the innocent |
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No grave for millions - tortured creatures, |
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But a common grave for our morals |
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This slaughter - an ethic |
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I deny See them die! |
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They die! |
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An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurd |
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For the weakest of the weak |
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For the lowest of the low |
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My voice for the voiceless |
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My fists for the innocent |
