War Torn

War Torn

Bred and trained to kill, hate begins to grow 
No more Mr. Nice Guy, no mercy on your soul 

Never surrender, fight until the death 
Bleeding profusely, choke on your last breath 

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For God for country, prepare to invade 
Command to conquer, die under your blade 

Sky is filled with blood, ligaments explode 
Bred to act not to think, stench of feces flow 

Penetrate hot steel, through military flesh 
Adrenaline pulsating, your last kill still fresh 

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