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Piles of carnage, bloody rewards
Fields of poppies, gift from the Lord
Out with the devil, pile the dead
Ransomed slaves, painted in lead
Kingdoms ruled with fear and distress
Leaders killed on sanguine aggress
Mangled bodies litter the streets
Massacorios, death reaped peace

Killing, a way of life
Murder, the innocent die
Slaughter, the architect of terror
Massacre, dial 911

Product is good, profits are high
Got to have swag, nowhere to hide
Wolves hunt, we are the prey
Blood drunk sadist lives for the taste
Underworld running it all
Mothers cry as brothers fall
Those in power turn a blind eye
Make the money selling their lives

Killing, a way of life
Murder, the innocent die
Slaughter, the architect of terror
Massacre, dial 911

Into the eyes of death you will stare
We poison the earth without compassion or care
Execution and murder, they win every time
Morgues overflowing, occupants of crime
The price of blood is low, the world will pay
Into our crypt we lead you into the grave