Back on the slaughter field A place with a blood covered earth Unround with the smell of victory Only the strongest survive Marching, through mutilated torsos Proud with blood on my hands Unround with the smell of the weak Blood flows from our hate Lifeless bodies is all we left We march with the flag of death Buried the weak, this place ours We are the one who survive Victory after butchery No graves will be found Ashes of the enemy Damage assessment Lifeless bodies is all we left We march with the flag of death Buried the weak, this place ours We are the one who survived
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