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Lock and load

All guns up

We've got the bastards in our sights

How could they be so delusional to think they could take this fight

One trigger squeeze

Will drop them to their knees

The bodies pile up

I revel in the carnage

Heated bores blow out spinal cords

And rip through flesh and bone

Cut them down

A nauseous orgasm of bone-splintered limbs

Rack up the tallies of battlefield wins

PREDATORS

Make them scream on this day

PREDATORS

Oh the toll they shall pay

Run from this

You must die

The whole world will hear your cries

Stack them up

Gun them down

Rip them to fucking shreds

Shovel the corpses into a trench

Choking the air with death

Mow them down

And fucking chop them up

Butcher their forward lines

Feeding belts of lead ejaculate

Cut them down

Cut them down

The trumpets sing songs of retreat

We're one step closer

To absolute conquest

There's only one thing left to do

OPEN FIRE

OPEN FIRE