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Bullets cross the sky,

piercing cranial content

Napalm sticking in the skin

vietcong soliders smoulder

Flame shot, flame thrower

fucking hell on earth

we're the command of the devil

we give em death

You came to kill, to make them cry

Killing machine, no souls in your eyes

No fuckin mercy, kalash to fry

You came to kill or prepare To Die

Cross the camp of death

Stay fuckin alert

one fake step

and you're dead

Murder legalized

for the thieves in suit

they will never feel

the rage of pursuit

You came to kill, to make them cry

Killing machine, no souls in your eyes

No fuckin mercy, kalash to fry

You came to kill or prepare To Die