They gathered their Hatred
They gathered their Spite
As we gathered in Power
Preparing to fight
With their swords to strike us
With their hammers to pound
By the Fire of our Guns
They would fall to the ground
They gathered their Spite
As we gathered in Power
Preparing to fight
With their swords to strike us
With their hammers to pound
By the Fire of our Guns
They would fall to the ground
And as they spread the message
Of Hate towards mankind
Fantasies of gore and bloodshed
Give an escape to the mind
Or tales of empty heroes
Staying loyal to the Throne
He who sits on it, the Elite
Wearing the false crown
Now we stand as One
Make the Sign of the Gun
Light reflects from the Steel and from the glass
Agents hold your ground
No one can withstand our sound
One by one we'll kick the Enemies' ass !
[lead : both/M/C]
They wait for our defeat, they hope for our fall
But we will prevail, bring the message to all
A revolution with your Guns to the air
Overthrow the false rulers, free yourself from the fear
And still they spread the message...
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