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I play with the flesh like a child in the sand

I suggest to march on my demand

I believe we will win this war

It´s like a never ending fight with the sword

Obay the rules trust no one it relies on you





A game with death

Play with the flesh

Prepare to mosh





The pope will feel our hate will reveal

Thousand years of lies.....trust me

Thats all they live for the fall

It will come with me the end is near





A game with death

Prepare to mosh





The church will burn

The cross i will turn

A new age , new kings

We roll on

I swear head will roll

On turf like i told u will serve us