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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