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Exterminating the sub-human dust

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Our weapons are touching the sky
Our hate is deep in the ground
Our words are written with blood
Of our enemies, of their God...
They trying to crush our fate
They want to destroy our life
They want only our death
From the weapons of their hate...
We are stronger than > this scum
Made by greed and material fog
Made by lies and pleasure for lust
They are the sub-human dust...
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