Battle
Battle ready we must stand.
Against a crazed world of ignorant bystands.
Run them over or give a hand?
Smash them under reality's hammer, to feed them the howling wolf
Darkened skies, acid rain fals
pain among the masses,
and this clan must stand battle ready.
Smell the pure flames of burning flesh,
and chokse on the fumes.
Lay down the battle terms to open new wounds.
And so this must continue to write in blood thatholds
a glossy shimmer in the light.
Cast by a flickering flame of a dieing soul.....
in a dieing nation.....
*Genesis*, man, 35 jaar
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