Fields of war are rising the flesh of death
Cadaver limbs and violent deadly carnage
Massacre and pestilence are the filthy
Somebody will be destroyed
Demise of all cultures is closer and closer
There must be the nuclear fear in their melted brains
Complete extermination is the only aim
Cruelty of offensive thrones almighty
Plutonium shadown has cleaned up the existence
In minds and hearts only endless signs of desolation
The Gods of war and fire have stopped believing
Even the verminous rats fear the smell of Armagedon
Hear the volume screams of ardent tanks around you
Complete extermination is their only aim
Cruelty of offensive thrones and fallen kingdoms
Plutonium shadown has cleaned up the existence
In minds and hearts only endless signs of desolation
Fields of war are rising the flesh of death
Cadaver limbs and violent deadly carnage
Massacre and pestilence are the filthy
War
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