Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders Far too many men dressed up as soldiers The lamb is brought to the ground Under the weight of the Crown A crown of thorns and dark deeds The swastika and the hammer and symbol Are sickles that reap only weeds
Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows precedes a storm of revolution People have no place in their solution So torture raises its head Decked out in blue, white, and red And iron maidens will slam And by the half light of burning republics Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam
Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows has washed away the corpse of Abel Cain is now the king in every Babel I just don't care who you are When death draws up in his car And talks in terrorist tones Remember violence is only a vote for the Black Queen to take back the throne
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