Evilite - War Creates Madness | Текст песни

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Death - an endless source of income
Powers that benefit from war
Someone will look through the scope to death
Living more no different from the dead

We are soldiers, we do not die, we go to hell to regroup, with the same series, a unit of division.
Our blood and suffering, the goal to win, we're not murderers

Designer wars for you and me preparing death
To each his own
Wealth and power not seduce him
Lost control of the massacre

There is no hatred
The pain of loss left
Stupefied with blood
lost his mind
Continue to destroy each other
Your god was shot, hell erased nuclear fire
And no one remembers how it all began
The great triumph of death
Rejoice, the suicide, you're already dead
The once flourishing world
Turned into a charred desert
And all for what?

The pain of others for you no matter
For your deeds will answer other
And let the earth on fire!

Ice-covered landscape of the death machines
And the smell of burning flesh
Devilish Warface!

Star Destroyers melted the surface of the planet
Continents in flames water became napalm

World is completely destroyed
A succession of wars
War creates all this madness

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