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Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be
Corpse rotting through the night in blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy, the reason for the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade, strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy, playing on their minds
Bombard till submission, take all to their graves
Indication of triumph, the numbers that are dead
Sport the war
War support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's will be massacre
Final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Sport the war
War support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
Final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
Be dead, fiend from above
When darkness falls
Descend onto my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Strait regime, prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is a war crime? (Era forever more)
War!
Propaganda war ensemble, burial to be
Bones shining by the night in blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination, twisted psychology
When victory is to survive and death is defeat
Sport the war
War support
The sport is war, total war
When the end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
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