歌词
Dark age, war
TyrantsVeils of death
Tyrants of the damned
No meaning we saw
Believers of war
They had thirsts of gore
A third Reich
Built by bricks of hate
Soon to fall
Just like their fates
LunacyDistortions of their minds
Sick believes
To raise the arias race
Thoughts of hate
A Nazi mode of thoughts
The scums are dead
And we don't see their
ReichNo meaning we saw
With this big war
A power of hate
That mankind creates
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