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One hundred days

One hundred pitchblack nights

Staring into nothing

Longing for the kill

Aiming to end their lives

Take pleasure in their agony

I'll grant them death

Torment from hell below

I've been awaiting them

Sweet enemise mine

And on the day threehundred

The wind carried sound of engines

And with it rode the stench of death

Heartbeats race in machinegun fire

And as you fall

Fall from darkened skies

We'll grant thee death

when bullet rains

Rains from our towers

Die, so die by our hands

Feel the wrath of ours

And while you fall

Fall from lethal skies

Into life beyond

With bullet from our towers

A rain from hell below

This is where you will meet the end