Rising from the night of time
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rising from damnation
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growing furtive to old size
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a thousand years old nation
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Finding victims for their "Reich"
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the lands' got a lot of strangers
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they call back the crystal night
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to burn the war creation
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In a land where neighbours are strangers
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and misleaded feel caled for avengers
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in a land with bloodcovered history
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Then the last man of their kind
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finished life in prison
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he's a martyr for their aims
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started killing seasons
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Now they march the insane hords
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call the "Neo-Nation"
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again the right hands risen high
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a skinny revelation
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In a land where neighbours are strangers
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and misleaded feel caled for avengers
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in a land with bloodcovered history
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Back to the dark
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Rising their hands higher
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Back into the past
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from the night of time
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Banned graphitti on the walls
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words of hate and murder
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waiting for their masters call
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back in line and order
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In a land where neighbours are strangers
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Back to the dark
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Rising their hands higher
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Back into the past
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from the night of time
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Back to the dark
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Rising their hands higher
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Back into the past
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from the night of time
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Into The Dark Past (Chapter II)
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Angel Dust |