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The less - the angrier
The more of us - the worse
The younger - the crazier
The wild – the force
Who enjoys the killing like a funny game?
Who is more cruel than us?
Who has no feelings, who’d lost the name?
Weeeeeeeeeee! Be afraid of us!
Primal rage of childhood
Boils in our hearts
We’re the Evil we’re the rude
The Kids’. Hunt. Starts!
Stab the spear into its ass!
Cut off the pig’s head!
Make the idol, God of us,
We need it! Go ahead!
Kneel and pray in front of it!
With the clouds of flies
Smell the stink of rotten meat.
Sense of our lives.
Who enjoys the killing like a funny game?
Who is more cruel than us?
Who has no feelings, who’d lost the name?
Weeeeeeeeeee! Be afraid of us!
There is a ship! The hope it gives!
We couldn’t ever dream
The team of sailors saved the kids.
But who will save the team?

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