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When burning lights of war are fading to death
i can´t stand
and fill the welfare prime arrogant chest
i can´t stand
and holy grail that keeps yelling for death
i can´t stand
to cause the war and keep spreading their threat
i can´t stand
unfolding all their strength
in highways to descent
weaponry all set
and marching to precent
their freedom to be slave
of enemies they aid
waiting for the end
when struggle void their hands
how many times i tried to get all their aims
i can´t say
and everybody knows their faces and got names
we can´t say
who knows how many times they turned life to hell
they won´t tell
creators of this pain never regret
they just sell ...
unfolding all their strength
in highways to descent
weaponry all set
and marching to precent
their freedom to be slave
of enemies they aid
waiting for the end
when struggle void their hands

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