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It’s the old game
It’s the real tears
For their new high prize whenever
For your wicked deals
Got the sign to write the story
Tell the traitors words to blame
No more doubts to kill inside you
For the semblant enemies … Enemies!

Ch.:
The final chapter
The checkers’ ready to obey
To iron trigger
For me and you to blow away
The bloody justice
You play the angel of death
The deepest vortex
Devours the livings till you’re fed

No it’s not your pain
But it’s real one
Don’t you feel the lightest movements
Under your great golden crown
Feel the smell of blood and sorrow
Keep the traction to your fate
No regrets for being cruel
Death will be your second name

Ch.:
The final chapter
The checkers’ ready to obey
To iron trigger
For me and you to blow away
The bloody justice
You play the angel of the death
The deepest vortex
Devours the livings till you’re fed
Devours the livings till you’re fed…

Resolution for the judgment day
Contribution to become the master
Explanations that absolve your kills
No regrets for the fulfillments after

Ch.:
The final chapter
The checkers ready to obey
To iron trigger
For me and you to blow away
The bloody justice
You play the angel of the death
The deepest vortex
Devours the livings till you’re fed

Playing God is tempting every day
Heart is cold it seems to be at rest now
Immolation in the name of fame
Lambs are waiting for the new disaster


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