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Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land.
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand.

Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?

A country that's divided
Surely will not stand.
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand.

The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan,
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homeland.

Holy wars!

[Solo - Friedman]

Upon my podium, as the know-it-all scholar,
Down in my seat of judgement, gavels bang uphold the law.
Up on my soapbox, a leader out to change the world,
Down in my pulpit as the holier-than-thou-could-be messenger of God.

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines.
Some people risk to employ me,
Some people live to destroy me.
Either way they die.
They die.

[Solo - Friedman]

They killed my wife and my baby,
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake... last mistake
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake... no more mistakes!

[Solo - Friedman]

[Solo - Mustaine]

Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it,
don't mean I ain't thinkin' it.
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away.
I know what I said, now I must scream
by the overdose
and the lack of mercy killings.
Mercy killings
Mercy killings
Killings!!
Killings!!
Killings!!

Next thing you know
they'll take my thoughts away!

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