all night you can feel

all the blood it runs
dying from the death of the machine gun
crying on a field without mercy
death in your eyes you have never seen

tormentor all the priests on earth
quartet all the enemies tonight
nail all their corpses to the cross
choose your dirty laughing from your fate

cry war

flashlight is taking all the flash from your face
torture feels like the fastest black race
dying everyday it is the same
laughing about the corpses in this game

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