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Текст: Thanatos. Justified Genocide. March Of The Infidels.


Forward into battle, marching off to war
We don't care what we're fighting for
No sympathy for your kind, all empathy left behind
Genocide is justified

In the name of your lord, you terrorize the entire world
No mercy for the "unholy swines", u infidels you despise!

Forward into battle, marching off to war
We don't care what we're fighting for
All your ideas are washed away, no god to help you, not today
Your insane beliefs have caused a storm
No sympathy for your kind, all empathy left behind
Now we slay your kind and kill the unborn

Spreading fear and spreading death, executions, death threats
Now payback time has arrived, genocide is justified

With hatred in our eyes, we take your fuckin' lives
We burn your fuckin' villages and light up the skies
No remorse, no regrets, what you give is what you get
(you) Stupid fuck (you) piece of shit
(did) You think you'd get away with it?!
The hunter is the hunted now, the stalker is the prey
Feel your last breath fade away...
You won't live to tell, in darkness you will dwell
You soul is destined to burn in hell...