Kill the human race we call superstitious
we fight for reason of disappointment
it's now that we face our enemies
full of fever we over see them
a gasp of blood decides our victory
red is coloured by our anger
building up our decision to
let leave only ourselfs
we take our arms and let
the world now that they will
lose the childeren of the earth
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