There's no soul behind these knife
There's no life behind those doors
Death and pestilence arrives
Politics to slay the poor
Stop now your vicious vice
Or your vice will destroy world
Forggeted souls, innocent lifes
If you could understand their words
Burn the butcher!
Burn the butcher!
That's what they would say
You're so proud for being so kind
Respectable, mercifull being
But only with your kind
You dont look so good to me
If they only had the chance
There would be no one left on their feet
You would all be eaten alive
Your flesh on their teeth
Burn the butcher!
Burn the butcher!
That's what they would say
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