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Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be
Corpses 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 the minds
Bombard 'til submission, take all to their graves
Indication of triumph, the number that are dead
Sport the war
War support
The sport is war, total war
When victory is really a massacre
The 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 is really a massacre
The 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
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 our 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 this end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
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