Raging vultures approaching the clearing
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Forbidden from cultures and ground
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Striking to kill with power and glory
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It's pain within pleasure they've found
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Their fingertips drip with the blood of the foe
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But grinning, enjoying the sight
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They slash opposition for minding metallics
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And scream for their pride and their rights
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Hammer the walls with the front of your skull
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Pound ancient stone 'til you tear down the wall
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Find he who rules and imprisons us all
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Search forever and find no one at all, Tortured Skull
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Tortured Skull, bruised and beaten
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Enslaved with lust and steel
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Tortured Skull, skinned alive
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Murderous speed to conceal
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Begin grinding your teeth, scarring your face
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Gripping the strength of belief
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Distant aggression, the root of our lives
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To bring you the tension relief
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To rip and slice from the shine of your eyes
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Is the law of intelligent minds
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Metal rules with it's rampage and violence
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With bastards in death of all kinds
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Tortured Skull
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