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Eastern FrontBurning metals tears my fleshI’m pinking blood I’m possessed my partners brains laid on me pain in mind, I can’t breath. War, slaughter, death, pain in Eastern front. Firing smoke cover my eyes bloody bath raining from the skies I slice my enemies moving corpses last desire I’ll give them no hopes. War, slaughter, death, pain in Eastern front. When my pieces laid on ice echo screams is a contract of wise a promise before the gates of Hell I’ll be back to finish the spell. We’re the heirs of the damned cut us ,common, I promise you can’t! We’re the tortures in your wormy brain War for us is an endless game. War, kill, death, pain in Eastern front. |