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death comes fast

a ruthless holocaust

bullets reign

demise will soon come forth

blessed and armed

guided by the scythe

blood will be shed

as days turn into nights

death unfolds

the rotten stench prevails

thorns of lead

silence their bodies

brutality commands

nobody has a choice

nothing remains

but death's spectral voice

awakened from the slumber

of peaceless death

ghosts of the battlefield

will never come to rest ...

... in war

the tortured soul lives on

lust for blood

will always be reborn

pure devastation

possesses mankind

arise from

the ashes of decline

death strikes back

and there is no retreat

you can't escape

as massacres repeat

march forward

to the choirs of the dead

there was nor is

no final bloodshed

awakened from the slumber

of peaceless death

ghosts of the battlefield

will never come to rest ...

as long as there is peace there's a reason for war