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Out from the underground
You try to open your eyes.
You're used to the dark.
Roots cling to your body,
Creeping on the sand.
Just to find a way out
Amoung rotten corpses.

They must all be satisfied,
They can be proud of their fights.
While they moved their sacred snouts,
They world changed into a big tomb.

You feel the heat of the impact,
the reason being the last solution for peace.
Morbid vision from the result of the final decision
Insane heads proclaim for you

They must all be satisfied,
They can be proud of their fights.
While they moved their sacred snouts,
They world changed into a big tomb.

Confidence
Death chance, action meetings, sleeping tolerance
Dammed stupidity

Between nations getting flurried,
Degeneration of the last decade;
You ;
Slavery.

Between nations getting flurried,
Degeneration of the last decade;
You ;
Slavery.

They must all be satisfied,
They can be proud of their fights.
While they moved their sacred snouts,
They world changed into a big tomb.

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