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Nation Of Killers
The arms are rising on the sunrise The murderers sing with pride their hymn Corpses lie on streets, they rot and stinks Victims of this soldiers, the servants of Caine
Nation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)
With pride, they use the weapons Cult to their master, insanity is their law Show their honour, spilling the men's blood Holy patriots of the killers nation Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Nation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)
A gun, pointing on your forehead A knife, piercing without mercy your flesh A rope, taking your life, and your breath A grave, next place for your existence dead
Nation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)
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