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Black red eys |
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The dark pours out from the scars |
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With his invitation to the bloodthirsty dance |
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The psychoclown shievers in the delirious trance |
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Everything that belongs to you - dead |
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All things that you have - bad |
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The machine behind you tries to cut off your head |
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The flames of agnnazazar aim to shot you dead. |
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You haven' t escaped and stayed to fight |
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What do you recon? Who will be the winner tonight? |
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You take up your sword and start to fight. |
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Slaying the losers- you strenghtended your might! |
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Call on your brothers to help you survive' hance |
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You' ve got onto the track of terminator' s dance. |
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When the right time comes, on mighty my sing, |
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Follow me to chase enemies: mine and thine |
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Pay evil for evil, give no one a chance. |
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As the psychoclown didn' t in his cyberian dance. |
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The scriming laughter comes from the coffin' s creak, |
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The terminator' s black mouth releases the army of the sick. |
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You- the last man on earth! Dripping with blood, reeking of |
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Putrefaction |
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Watch out for the sing if you wanna be the soldier of |
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Destruction ! ! ! |