Praise The War Machine

Dec 30, 2004 14:30

The death of the Omega pilots the war machine, we shall destroy the earth, rebuilt it, none shall inherit it, blood turned into fire, made to drink like wine, pile up the countless corpses and on them we shall dine We praise you war machine, you've come to set us free, run us through your jaws, carry us off in your claws Cut away body from soul, a slave freed from his master, closing the spirts's eye to embrace this eartly tie 666 the number of man brought upon by man The earth shall burn bright tonight in our eyes, the earth it shall burn right into our eyes this very night, praise the war machine, burn tonight
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