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Dying Fetus - Fate of the Condemned Dying Fetus - Fate of the Condemned |
*** Autor textu: John Gallagher *** Autor hudby: Dying Fetus | The thrust of fascist war campaigns
Ispire my will to disobey
Adversary to the end
Wielding all the wrath of hell
Rattling your diminutive saber
Jeopardizing sovereignty
Power trip of the smallest power
We can always use a new war
Peaceful religious tolerance
Ends in frightening violence
Every plot we uncover
Fuels the fire of our hatred
Exploitation, attrition
Ignoble death, hostile enmity
Owed far worse than what will befall
Real life bleeds the losers dry
Coming to crush your domination
Next life, not the one you expect
Crap religious politics brought me
Guilt-gree murder, my reward
Dismantling the old ways, enslaving the opposition
Better than the justice they deserve, feeding frenzy mayhem
Life or death, survival, the rest is all bulls**t
Delight in the kills I make along the way
Dead religious fascists, mutilated terrorists
Butchering thousands, genocide, annihilation
I am armageddon, the bringer of death
Decades of stalemate, coming to an end
Patience long gone, miscalculated tolerance
You f..ked up, a fight you cannot finish
Begging to die, stupidity will kill you
Natural order, second-class citizens
Given to slavery, inflame my predatory instincts
Chosen way of life, rejects of civilation
Troublesome cancer, posed for elimination
Militants on our own soil, burned away to maintain order
Nothing to prevent us from killing foreign extremists
Violent dissidents we butcher and incinerate
Lowest on the food chain, they deserve to be slaughtered
Killing for a living
F..k your f...ing politics
Something you did brought me here
Praying for war
Die by my hand
Hardened by hate, mindless attacks
There is no god helping you now
Matter of time, you will fall
When a nation can't keep its s**t together
We will always be called to exterminate enemy factions
No question, this must be done
Plenty of reason to f..k them up
Atrocious mayhem, conspicuous anger
Ruthless people deserve what they get
Who gives a f..k what happens to them
Satisfaction, multiplied revenge
Condemn your squandered soul
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