H / Hatred / A Thousand Days of War
Buzzing bullets out in the fields,
Machetes already beheaded,
On the edge of sanity,
No salvation in this hell.
The general fell from the horse,
Drowning in his own blood,
Troops are marching thirsty, hungry,
Death reaches rich and poor.
A thousand days of war
On the mountains a setting son,
Powder and rottenness niff,
The night comes what is left
Demons waiting their feast.
A thousand days of war
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