Death,
by their hands of steel
You better beware
Ruining, destroying, killing everything
You better beware
Stab your brother, stab your friend
Blood becomes joy
Reckoning, hell will rise
Death not seems to annoy
They'll kill you with their bare hands
There is no point of return
From the Killinghood
Battlefields are always alive
And always red
A war begins after another one ends
Anarchy growing bad
Children holding their M-16
Smile, or else you will die
No matter for what they will do now
This place is living Hell
They'll kill you with their bare hands
You're going straight to hell
From the Killinghood
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