[TiptonKKHalford] Mercenary battalions Are poised to strike us down Terminations conquest Upon us now full grown Save me my hearts open wide Help me no question of pride Save me my people have died Total genocide Devastation hungers she waits to leap to earth Imminent liquidation Before the grand rebirth Sin after sin I have endured But the wounds I bare Are the wounds of love Frantic mindless zombies Grab at fleeing time Lost in cold perplection Waiting for the sign Generations tremble Clinging face to face Helpless situation To end the perfect race Slashing senseless sabres Cut us to the ground Eager for the life blood Of all who can be found Slice to the left slice to the right None to retaliate none will fight Chopping at the hearts snuffing out the lives This race departs and no one will survive Heads to the feet feet to the air Souls in the soil heavy in despair End of all ends bodies into dust To greet deaths friend extinction is a must On the rocks
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