release their seeds of anger Millions on the march when east and west collide Fatal genocides invoke the global terror No man can deny all sides share the guilt The smoke fills the skies this incense of war No one can deny what gods we adore Rage and fury millions flee outcome doesn t matter gods of war in worship we plant your seeds of hate Murderslaughtermillions raped eastern works of terror Death and Glory myth s revealed honour and pride breeds hate Wargodshear us pray glory to the brave millions sacrificed praise the church of war preachersof the faith calling for the mass begin ceremonyour sacraments are blood Wargods! We practice what you preach! Wargods! Waaar! Wargods! We practice what you preach! Wargods! Waaar! The Bloodred Sky s reflecting our rage Dominion of terror prevail Insanity has ravaged our minds Attempting to slaughter mankind The memory haunting the survivors... a morbid vision to bare in mind A field covered with bodiesloose limbs and pools of blood The stench of death being too much even for the vultures. The smoke fills the skies this incense of war No one can deny what gods we adore

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