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No weapons on plastic hands
the weapons are for the raiders
of the Black Oceans
To blowout blasphemy
into the air, for the human race!!
While some await
the dawn
we're trying
to everlast
in this night
Holding Swords
and iron peaks
that belong to our
fists and souls
Living-to hear violent simphonies
Breathing-distorted harmonys
Blackened minds and blasphemy
while others are lambs
eaten by the wolfs
