Valor they instill to face certain death in conflict
Win the
I feel the pressure, it boils in my veins
there will
The cold, dark wind,
Penetrates with pain
Across frozen fields
On the edge
We exist to destroy, fuck you all
Fuck you all
This prophecy
Born, a human life into this world.
Dead, the sad result
Who does the earth belong to?
The human termites spreading lies.
The
Don't fucking turn away, ‘cause I think we've got a
Turn your back and take a look
at what the world
Societal advancement, an agenda of control
Forcing the elimination of hereditar
soldiers of deception dark seeds among our race,
an absence of
Don't look back, nothing's left but the blood-red text on
Disgraceful, the evil done by false prophets in God's name
Profit
radiation plague, fallout rain laid earth waste,
year 2000 gone, how
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Profits are the powermad's motivating force.
Just a greedy aspiration to
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