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Gluttonous violence, stains of red paint the landscapes

The poor are sent to battlefields, the tyrants hide away

The envy for thy neighbor's land, it’s deadly jealousy

The wrath of tyrants sound the call, millions soon to die

There will be blood, blood will have blood

These seven sins of war cause brutal ways to die

The greed of men has led to death by selfish virtue

Taking pride in genocidal rites, a badge of horror

But the most egregious of these sins, the sin of lust

The lust for blood, the lust for gold, the lust for power over man

There will be blood, blood will have blood

These seven sins of war cause brutal ways to die

Run to the hills and fear for your life

Tyrants will kill without hesitation

Kill or be killed, there’s no other way

These seven sins have left their mark

There is no time to pray for salvation

There will be blood, blood will have blood

These seven sins of war cause brutal ways to die

You will die