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A stream of blood is runnin', runnin' down the east, |
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In the slaughterhouse of salvia they're celebrating a big feast |
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Collecting dead bodies became their only sick challenge |
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The borders of atrocity are running out of balance |
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The dreadful beast did proudly sharpen his knifes |
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Thousands of husbands are losing their wives |
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Proudly they present their dead trophies on |
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TV You've to pay with your life if you wanna be free! |
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Tears of blood |
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Running down a cold check, |
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Eyes have seen so much |
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Sorrow committed by a freak! |
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Tears of blood, |
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Will leave their deep traces |
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To remember all the deadly screaming faces! |
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Now everything is over we're starting to forget, |
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For a fowl nation it's time now to regret |
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But hatred will dig the scares deep in their hearts, |
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So the pain will end we're it starts! |
