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In place of life, becoming death

Killing is not crime, everywhere spill the blood

Knee-deep in ceespol, view a suffering of deformed clay

There is no escape, no return, you must stay

Ch: So be yourself and go

Go towards of your deal

Maybe feel no pain

Life die hard in hole

Somebody take your soul

Sounds here voice of war

Wartime suffering, public knows of him

But they hear just empty words, reality undisclose

Pure death, pure pain, pure hate

This should be my fate?

Ch:

Slave

Innocents, everywhere is blood

Mad

Evil sight, where is fucking god?