to war. From now on your damn rubber body-bag will be your style forever more. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply
control Prayers for mercy cries for help won't stop the blasphemy Our troops emerge the sacred throne and the victory is complete WAR, WAR, WAR WAR, WAR, WAR
in kneedeep mud You sink into that fuckin' smudge Stichy from all the fuckin' blood Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left Promotion, honour, glory then death War Machine War
will be your style forever more. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War
Burning limbs and deformed steel The shells cuts through the sky The corpses fills the the endless fields It's shoot to kill or die The gas pours in
mercy cries for help won't stop the blasphemy Our troops emerge the sacred throne and the victory is complete WAR, WAR, WAR WAR, WAR, WAR
Traducción: Bathory. Foi.
Traducción: Bathory. War Machine.
Traducción: Bathory. Fonte de guerra.
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cries for help won't stop the blasphemy Our troops emerge the sacred throne and the victory is complete WAR, WAR, WAR WAR, WAR, WAR
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