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The breed is dead our children They were our last resort To keep the tribe alive with At least just a final tort With all his evil anger He came to take
They were slaughtering these spring lambs? They were screaming And about ro rape your sister? And you ran away? How does it feel that your brother
What they believe What they believe Like the stars and stripes of corruption What they believe Like the stars and stripes of corruption Frankenstein
If you don't believe In the existence of evil you have a lot to learn Praise your fears
Welcome to the worlds of dreams Where people have to satisfy the need to sell their means You're not the only one Cause all you get is none Don't
