[Music (K. Hammett, G. Holt, T. Hunting)]
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[Lyrics (P. Baloff)]
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Comes from the land where night is day
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The people live in fear
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Been this way for oh so long
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Another four thousand tears
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Everyday he hunts to kill
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You know he can't help himself
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Same routine time after time
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A way to seize the wealth
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Drinking blood don't mean a thing
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Life means even less
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Impale your wife, slay your son
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Another gory mess
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Born in hell, left to die
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Now out for all your blood
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Living his life day to day
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To stake you to the mud
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What you see, he don't care
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Now you bleed, start to stare
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Cut you down, rip you up
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Watching warm blood run
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Crush your skull strike him well
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When you land, just impaled
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Freshly done, there's no hope
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Watching warm blood run
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What you see, he don't care
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Now you bleed, start to stare
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Freshly done, there's no hope
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Watching warm blood run
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Impaler!
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Impaler
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Exodus |