Entrace - Battlefield | Текст песни

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The face of a stranger is caught in a sight
The Killing is art, the art with no worth of delight
You've found a victim, but who said you've found truth?
On the other side of coin the victim is you

Finger on the trigger, killing time has come
You begin a countdown with death, one on one
Nothing but bloody traces on the wall
Another innocent soul is shot to the underworld

You are a spawn of war
Nothing is sacred for you anymore
You're taught only to kill, what you can feel
When you enter the battlefield?

Estranged existence your life has become
Empty biologic shell under dying sun
Shoot yourself now, no sense for dying later
Your consciousness gone like a vile traitor

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