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Death Angel Relentless Retribution

time I will ingest your kind Quench my starvation All present and accounted for Hush, do not speak For tonight I raise a glass To the death of the meek

Now that push turned to shove, damn it And my mind is my own Still you poke and you prod daily With that off setting harsh tone And you thought that

back No time for reflection, just time to proceed A non-stop mission of force and release We won't be up-ended And we won't be denied Relentless, revolution

Retribution, just solution, there's no other way Haunted by your actions of which you have yet to pay Caustic bursts of filth that just spew out of that

Your thoughts attack, you made your bed You moved your king, now rest your head The cutting edge or so you think Your thoughts are ancient, your ways

Like a freight train blow to the chest You taste the backhand slap from God But you say that nothing's new You've lived a life of pain and loss The scars