GENOCIDE
(T,H,D) Mercenary batalions
Terminations conquest Upon us now full grown
Are poised to strike us down
Help me, no question of pride Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Devastation hungers
She waits to leap to earth
Imminent liquidation
Before the ground rebirth Sin after sin I have endured
Yet the wounds I bear
are the wounds of love
Frantic mindless zombies Grab at fleeting time Lost in cold perplexion
Waitin' for the sign
Generations tremble
Clinin' face to face
Helpless situation
To end the perfect race Cut as to the ground
Slashin' senseless sabers
Of all who can be found
Eager for the life blood Slice to the left, slice to the right
None of the retaliate, none will fight
Race depart no one will survive
Chopping at the hearts, snuffin' out lives
Soul in the soil, heavy in despair
Heads to the feet, feet to the air
End of all ends, body into dust,
To greet death, extinction is a must.
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