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Seethe at the sight

Of the dead

And regret

Planting corpses around

For a beautiful morrow

We are the chosen ones by god

We obey its every word

We the chosen ones by god

We will pay this bond with blood

A loss of humanity

Through the flesh

Made by the tools

That brought us welfare

We are the chosen ones by god

We obey its every word

We are the chosen ones by god

We will pay this bond with blood