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War Ensemble

 

War Ensemble

(альбом: Seasons In The Abyss - 1990)


[Hanneman / Araya]

Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood-laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
Strafing air blood raid

Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard 'til submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The numbers that are dead

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's really massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's really survival
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Be dead fiend from above
When darkness falls
Descend unto my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
Era forever more
War

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining by the night
In blood-laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When the end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

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