Texty

Propaganda war 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 The strafing air blood red Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front lines Supreme art of strategy Playing on your minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a 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 That's the only survival The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill! Be dead friend from above When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attriction 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 in 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!
Writer(s): Jeffery John Hanneman, Tomas Enrique Araya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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