Endliess nights of persecution. Reopening wounds - never healed. Always
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willing to suppress our attempts to be free. Violence is always a tool in so
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called democraty. Agents of the state allowed to spread terror, seeking to
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eliminate sparks of political resistance. Endless nights of violation.
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Breeding fear - anguished cries. A blood oath to never surrender. Committed
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to the struggle. Until all fences are burned. You'll try the taste of pain
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we endure every day. To quit without resisting would be to live in vain.
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Attentive eyes guard the tents in the twilight. Women and men ready to
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counterattack. Full moon shines... The enemy crawls in the dead of night. No
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way back... The masked cops take their final step. You're trapped.
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Surrounded by the mass. Laws are ignored. Justice from bleeding hands
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Casa De Cabocio
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Heaven Shall Burn |