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At night the fires burn, cutting like a flaming knife |
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Looking down you see rotting carrions of life |
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Smell the putrid stench, sewage of society |
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Vultures circling, picking flesh off you and me |
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Giving genocide its birth |
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By waging war on the earth |
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The father-land, the master race |
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Annihilating all the rest |
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And serving the |
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Twisted Cross |
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The Twisted |
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Cross... The |
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Twisted Cross... |
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Extinguishing the damned |
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Letting them rot in the camps |
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Conquer by death, sadistic rule |
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Twisting the minds of those deceived |
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Who worship the |
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Twisted Cross |
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The Twisted |
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Cross... The |
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Twisted Cross... |
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The war machine has set its course |
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Slaughterhouse in full force |
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Thousands will fall to this savage lunatic |
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Before this madman can be stopped |
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Before we crush the |
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Twisted Cross |
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The Twisted |
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Cross... The |
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Twisted Cross... |
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The Twisted |
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Cross... The |
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Twisted Cross... |
