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PHLEGMATIC PEOPLE

(lyrics: Maras/ music: Maras)

That kind of people are without feelings

You cannot touch them, cause they stinks

They run out of trouble, hiding in cells

They do all for master, to avoid the stress

Chorus

Phlegmatic people, they're going insane

After we'll show them our lust and pain

They're hunting in trouble, and march without head

Seeking for someone, who can understand

Protectors are here, making puppets of them

They are all in trouble, they'll burn in their flame

Phlegmatic people, seeking for death

They are strong in a group, weak when are alone

They want ruin us, want our throne

But we have our expedient, the orders are clear

Execution or death, protectors thrill

Chorus

Phlegmatic people, they're going insane

After we'll show them our lust and pain

They're hunting in trouble, and march without head

Seeking for someone, who can understand

Protectors are here, making puppets of them

They are all in trouble, they'll burn in their flame

Phlegmatic people, seeking for death

They are looking only straight, never call for help

They're dying in the line, dying for the bad

But we have our orders, the orders are clear

Kill all the people, who haven't got a feelings

Chorus

Phlegmatic people, they're going insane

After we'll show them our lust and pain

They're hunting in trouble, and march without head

Seeking for someone, who can understand

Protectors are here, making puppets of them

They are all in trouble, they'll burn in their flame

Phlegmatic people, seeking for death