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Traitors, liars, up there who pulls the wires

For the sake of the gain

They pull the trigger again

Black suit with a briefcase

Don't hide the Evil's face

Will we ever find somebody?

Our graves are stuffed with money... in the Hell!

Corrupt lawyer-Tycoon slaughter

But the end is near and the pushing gets higher

You're the corpse and we are the fire

Marching through a conquered nation

Humans feed the holy cremation

Bow down to the flag of the murder

Our hate will release the burner

Preaching in the name of the saviour

With the weapon of the god's favour

The end is near and the pushing gets higher

You're the corpse and we are the fire

Who will find the way?

The way out from this hell

Who will find the way?

Profit? What a sell?

Tear down the walls of the dead!

Tear it down, don't bow your head!