Smell the stench of the human flesh
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See the bodies so rotten
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The broken arms and the broken legs
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No chance to get away from them
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A lonely girl standing in the dust
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Her eyes are cold and blind
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The world is dead, there is no hope
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We must never be born
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The end of mankind has finally arrived
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The voices of death will sing to us all
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We have seen the signs in the sky
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Yet nothing new has ever been born
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We are the ones who will pay in the end
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For the crimes and mistakes we made
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We don't see it's already too late
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It is too late to regret
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Stop the game and lay down to the grave
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No glory for the weak
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Close the door and never open
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No hope for the weak
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Stop the game and lay down to the grave
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No glory for the weak
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Close the door and never open
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No hope for the weak
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You want to dominate and rule this world
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But there's nothing for you to rule to
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Can't you see, your power is too weak
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You are too weak, you are too weak to see
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That the game we all are attending
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Is so close to it's end now finally
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There's only one turn left, but still
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We are the ones, we are the ones who will lose
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Smell the stench of the human flesh
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See the bodies so rotten
|
The broken arms and the broken legs
|
No chance to get away from them
|
A lonely girl standing in the dust
|
Her eyes are cold and blind
|
The world is dead, there is no hope
|
We must never be born
|
|
The end of mankind has finally arrived
|
The voices of death will sing to us all
|
We have seen the signs in the sky
|
Yet nothing new has ever been born
|
We are the ones who will pay in the end
|
For the crimes and mistakes we made
|
We don't see it's already too late
|
It is too late to regret
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The Unborn
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| Mors Principium Est |
