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Out In The Jungle With Blood On The Face

We’re Hunting Down The Remains Of Our Race

The Enemy Is Cowering Behind God Blessed Walls

But Our Bullets Strike Through Once Their Beloved Christ Falls

One Man Killing Machine In The Heart Of Battle

Corpses Hit The Ground As Machine Guns Rattle

Children In The Streets Cry For Their Mothers

We Still Stand Laughing At The Pain Of Others

Our Raging Shots Tear Your Limbs Apart

A Fiercing Arrow Right Through Your Heart

As You Fall To The Ground And Your Face Hits The Mud

Your Life Fades Away As You Drown In Your Blood

Chorus

The Bursting Grenades Drown Your Helpless Cries

You’re The Last Witness To See Our Empire Rise

Don’t Try To Run Or To Hide – It’s Too Late

We Are Marching To War – An Unholy Crusade

Chorus