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Harvesters Of Human FleshFor a million yearsThey've studied the behaviour of our weakling race Observing the ways to our weaknesses The time has come The time to assault Are we ready? No, not at all Harvesters of human flesh Risen from the core of the earth Targeting every human in their sight There won't be any fight Mission: Extermination Collecting our flesh to their tests for examples They're on to me To turn my mind upside down Their howling is crushing my soul They overcome us Drilling inside through our heads Executing lobotomy Cannot run, cannot even hide Resistance being futile They'll hunt us down and down again Their voices are like sirens Reverberating in my head Convicting me to death Bringing death from above Bringing pain, gore solution A rapid end to our days Surviving is not an option It is time to die It is time to kneel before This supreme race that has come to stop us all Drinking the blood from our bodies Using our flesh and guts just to fertilize the land Let not the man decide the age; but the age the man But the age now doesn't decide the man but the machines in command |