All night you can feel all the blood it runs
Dying from the death of the machine gun
Crying on a field without mercy
Death in
your eyes you have never seen
Torment
all the priests on earth
Quarter all the
enemies tonight
Nail all their corpses to
the cross
Choose the dirty laughing from
your face
Cry war
Flashlight is taking all the flash from your
face
Torture feels like the fastest black
race
Dying everyday it is the same
Laughing about the corpses in this game
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