Marches To The Hell lyrics by Venereal Sickness. Discovering the life Cut into pieces dreams For reasons, the men's laws Superiority, greed The earth had bled...
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Discovering the life
Cut into pieces dreams
For reasons, the men's laws
Superiority, greed
The earth had bled
Your children cry
Your lover the wait
But without will
Marches to hell
Traced destinies
Marches to hell
The end invokes you
Gentlemen of the war
They command the bath of blood
One more day
The sun will rise red
There nothing is, that dust
That the time blows - there with crosses
But even so
Marches to hell
Traced destinies
Marches to hell
The end invokes
Marches to the fucker hell
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