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From the blackened skies to the broken lines

Eyes can only see the fire

Deep into the insurgents' abyss

Lost, are the fragments of sanity

Moving swiftly like a predator in for the kill

The taste of blood and death

Lunacy is abound to praise in blood of our enemies

We rise over the bodies of the dying

The will to kill; maniacal obliteration

We rise from death to glory

No reason for the weak to exist

To eliminate in the most brutal way

Murdering, slaughtering, eliminating; take their lives away

Burning, crushing, raping all who stand in our way

Cast aside, into the realms of oblivion

To honor as we wear the badges of gore

Proudly displaying the veil of crimson death

The ticket to mayhem and to victory