Dictators Lyrics by Master
The Sick and the twisted horrors - and all the pain
The men made Gods of torture - they still remain
No one can learn from the mistakes - they did before
Is destiny encouraging - yet another war
The tombs are reminders of all who paid
The angel of death whose prezence - was surely made
The writings of victims - their atatements still cover
walls
The sounds of them marching echoes inside the halls
A tourist attraction
That millions see every day
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