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Greedy for blood, paralyzed by power |
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The decision to die, tales of terror |
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Deep in the corner, passion to kill |
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Corpse on the ground, minds starts to chill |
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A man lies in the corner, covered with blood |
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Bloody wounds on his body, praying for his god |
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People pass him by, but they say |
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Why should we care about him? |
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He will die today |
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Riot of violence |
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Riot of violence |
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Riot of violence |
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Riot of violence |
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Find your own way, you must go alone |
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Kill all next to you, they want the throne |
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The infectious disease is the only life |
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You're scared to death, die by their knife |
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A man lies in the corner, covered with blood |
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Bloody wounds on his body, praying for his god |
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People pass him by, but they say |
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Why should we care about him? |
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He will die today |
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Brutality and mighty wars, warriors start to fight |
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With bombs and guns, the troops have come |
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To extinguish the light |
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I'd rather not go wild tonight, but |
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I must save myself |
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On a field littered with corpses |
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Stands a lonely flower |
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It reminds the world how it was |
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But we drop it away with power |
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Riot of violence |
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Riot of violence |
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Riot of violence |
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Riot of violence |
