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At dawn they rise pointing to the skies |
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Ready to cut through the clouds at command |
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From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds |
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When the button is pressed by deaths hand |
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Loaded with death powered by the dragons breath |
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Climbing way above the clouds out of sight |
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To seek its destination and destroy it into void |
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And to spread its load of death and endless night |
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Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high |
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Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars |
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Each with a number for a distant city at their sides |
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Wonder whats the number for my city and for yours |
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Metal phallous seeds of death |
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That is not won else cannot be lost |
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Precious burden seeds of death |
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Sown to earth brings the holocaust |
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Prepare to die |
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Now leaving their wombs all in fire baptised |
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Outnumbering the stars in the sky |
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Each with a skytrack on which they are sent |
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To destroy each part of the world on the other side |
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Not time to repent feel regret or ask for mercy |
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Once launched there is no way to bring them back |
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Finally the world created by man look so bright |
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Before it all turns black |
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Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high |
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Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars |
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Each with a number for a distant city at their sides |
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Wonder whats the number for my city and for yours |
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Metal phallous seeds of death |
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That is not won else cannot be lost |
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Precious burden seeds of death |
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Holocaust |
