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Soaked into sand,

The blood remains,

The ties that bind us,

Revere crimson stains.

We shatter blood-oaths,

To defile their graves,

We only pushed deeper,

We don’t deserve to be saved.

Our veins run dry,

Flesh burnt in the sun,

Our duty abandoned,

Our lives are done.

Revel in violence,

Art of pain,

Cut the flesh deep,

Satisfaction gained.

Blood oxidises,

Body runs still,

No fear or compromises,

Consumed by the kill,

Blood pressure rises,

Now it’s time to spill,

Blood oxidises,

Body runs still.

Our veins run dry,

Flesh burnt in the sun,

Our duty abandoned,

Our lives are done.

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