Hearts were pumping - I couldn't believe myself The long time waiting finally got to twelve Our power laid in chains - Casted from military drill But the butchering fantasies never left our will
Holding MG's high - To crush is our pride Losing all control unleashes our great might Eternal clrerance was our sion Symbolic vengeance To sign the future's brain
I feel the dust that I've ever felt I smell the corpses that I've ever smelled I hear the Flak that I've ever heard I cure the blood that I've ever cured
With our troops the last ones left True elitist war machine - marked as trash With our troops the last ones left True fanatic warriors - drilled to crash
I feel the dust that I've ever felt I smell the corpses that I've ever smelled I hear the Flak that I've ever heard I cure the blood that I've ever cured
Hearts were pumping - I couldn't believe myself The long time waiting finally got to twelve Our power laid in chains - Casted from military drill But the butchering fantasies never left our will
I hear the Flak that I've ever heard I cure the blood that I've ever cured
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