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Dark are the face of warriors
who come back tired to their village
Today their god didn't follow them
in the battle and the lacerated bodies
of loisers seem to look at the sky with hate
There is no victory where there is death
and there isn't god to protect our selves
For their men while the most cowardly will pray
dead for making a god wins against another one
Dead for a god who killing
every us
