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They came from the sun
They marshaled their forces
So it's come to this
Comes to slay
WAR
Son kill the father
For I don't have
Take me death
First you must suffer
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Hatred of all things alive
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Humans must feast on their
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Hatred is a seed (Second time stop here)
And raised on high v
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Alone
They say war
But excuse me
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. Palm Mute