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Nations collide for a whim at the stone gallery

It is insane

Bleeding all over again

Are we not the same?

Shuffle through the mysteries of our time

I can see blood rocks from all around

The color is always the same

But who is to blame?

Collect them and do not dare to learn

This dry cold ground has a smell of blood

The war has begun

Blood rocks for the generations to come

I'd rather see some bones and worms at my back yard

Shuffle through the mysteries of our time

I can see blood rocks from all around

The color is always the same

But who is to blame?

Collect them and do not dare to learn