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Ride, ride the war

No reason to turn the way

Put it out of your head

You'II never come back

So many people play stupid war

You're not agree - so much the worse

Arsenals are overfilled

All the weapons are ready for the kill

Crazy people running people play with the evil

Bleeding people beasty people die to renewal

One day when you awake with bullet In your head

You'll hear the steps of death and millions voices of hell

Time, time to run

Somebody through the guts

Shell splinters tear the flesh

Napalm boils the blood

So many people play stupid war

Crashed skulls and detached balls

Rats are growing fat devouring corpses

And all of that shit is grinding in the gorge of war