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DYING FETUS - Fate Of The Condemned
(War Of Attrition 2007)
/Technical Brutal Death Metal/
[Annapolis, Maryland, USA]

DYING FETUS:
John Gallagher - Guitar/Vocals
Sean Beasley - Bass/Vocals
Mike Kimball - Guitar
Duane Timlin - Drums

Fate Of The Condemned

[Gallagher:]
The thrust of fascist war campaigns
Inspire my will to disobey
Adversary to the end
Wielding all the wrath of hell
Rattling your diminutive saber
Jeopardizing sovereignty
Power trip of the smallest power
We can always use a new war

[Beasley:]
Peaceful religious tolerance
Ends in frightening violence
Every plot we uncover
Fuels the fire of our hatred

[Gallagher:]
Exploitation, attrition
Ignoble death, hostile enmity
Owed far worse than what will befall
Real life bleeds the loser dry

[Beasley:]
Coming to crush your domination
Next life, not the one you expected
Crap religious politics brought me
Guilt-free murder, my reward
Dismantling the old ways, enslaving the opposition
Better than the justice they deserve, feeding frenzy mayhem
Life or death, survival, the rest is all bullshit
Delight in the kills I make along the way

[Gallagher:]
Dead religious fascists, mutilated terrorists
Butchering thousands, genocide, annihilation
I am Armageddon, the bringer of death

[Beasley:]
Decades of stalemate, coming to an end
Patience long gone, miscalculated tolerance
You fucked up, a fight you cannot finish
Begging to die, stupidity will kill you

[Gallagher:]
Natural order, second-class citizens
Given to slavery, inflame my predatory instincts
Chosen way of life, rejects of civilization
Troublesome cancer, posed for elimination

[Beasley/Gallagher:]
Militants on our own soil,
Burned away to maintain order
Nothing to prevent us from
Killing foreign extremists
Violent dissidents
We butcher and incinerate
Lowest on the food chain,
They deserve to be slaughtered

[Gallagher:]
Something you did brought me here
Hardened by hate, mindless attacks
There is no god helping you now
Matter of time, you will fall

When a nation can't keep it's shit together
We will always be called to exterminate enemy factions
No question, this must be done
Plenty of reasons to fuck them up

[Gallagher/Beasley:]
Atrocious mayhem
Conspicuous danger
Ruthless people
Deserve what they get
Who gives a fuck
What happens to them
Satisfaction,
Multiplied revenge

Condemn your squandered soul.

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