Systems Of Death by Vendetta
Die, you warrior die, run to the front, hear the battle cry
Kill at my command and conquer the land. Kill another fly.
Just follow me, I'm the God of the land
And you wear my brand.
Killin' the Reds, aggression and death lie in their hands.
Son, son die insane, play the fool for my brain.
So the actor will soon be the wing of the stars
"And we're following you!?"
[Chorus:]
Systems of death - security?
Systems of death - insanity!
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