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The bloodline traces back to the past from whence the first real |
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Christians came. |
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The racist procreation remains in every |
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God-damned rally, riot and rage. |
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Eternal damnation divided by nation, fighting for land, language and souls. |
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A kick to the face of pride... leave hypnotic control behind, how is it that even now, to this day, |
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This potion we're born with still runs through our veins? |
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Brainwash young minds - they will learn what you teach; practice what you preach. |
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Brainwash young minds - breed corruption. |
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Didn't you expect when you built your empire on pillars of cadavers (genocide yields power - you built your empire on murder) that it would corrode with time? |
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Say, how do you justify systematic eradication of the diversity, the foundation, of all humanity? |
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Say how do you justify putting words in my mouth, blood on my hands, hate in my heart? |
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Say how do you justify putting words in my mouth, blood on my hands, hate in my heart? |
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Say how do you justify? |
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The bloodline traces back to the past from whence the first real |
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Christians came. |
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The racist procreation remains in every |
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God-damned rally, riot and rage. |
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Eternal damnation divided by nation, fighting for land, language and souls. |
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A kick to the face of pride... |
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An insult to all those who've died |
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To all those who've died |
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To all those who've died |
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Brainwash young minds - they will learn what you teach; practice what you preach. |
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Brainwash young minds - breed corruption. |
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Didn't you expect when you built your empire on pillars of cadavers (genocide yields power - you built your empire on murder) that it would corrode with time? |
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Say, how do you justify? |
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I lock eyes with the black monolith towering over me. |
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I lock eyes with the black monolith in my reflection |
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I see our name printed far too many times, over and over again. |
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You cannot know the warm touch of the vengeance that calls without the sting of the betrayal that afflicts us all. |
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You cannot know the warm touch of the vengeance that calls without the sting of the betrayal that afflicts us all. |
