swat They lie - oppress - they garrot The chosen ones - the slaughter mob They rob - spread fear - they swat They lie - oppress - they garrot The chosen ones
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) It's a random chance selection I want the truth! Try to ride out the storm I'll still make you believe They are the special ones (We have not been chosen
age of reason gone bad morning in Between the cold stone ashes fall upon the Wretched chosen ones 100 megatons evaporate Those chosen vaporize case in
's a random chance selection I want the truth Try to ride out the storm Whilst they'll make you believe That they are the special ones We have not been chosen
Hold all of the murderin' up If you gotta bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up If you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones
end? Will we suffer, the dawn, the dawn of a new age? Tell me why, we have survived. While they have suffered We are the chosen ones and we will never
Subjugation fuels The hatred in our soul Full destruction upon The ones that we all loathe Souls ablaze, out of control Burning hammers from the north
cure in the age of vaccinate all stranger than whispering crushed velvet corpse grind awaiting underneath ones 100 megatons evaporate those chosen
age of reason gone bad morning in between the cold stone ashes fall upon the wretched chosen ones 100 megatons evaporate those chosen vaporize case in
your frame Shallow grave marks the date, Oh' Babylon the Great Evil virus, be like Cyrus, trample down your gates We're the ones, the chosen sons Come
world to be without unity So brothers and sisters, let's check our history To reveal what's been hidden a mystery Because we're headed for self-destruction
the saviour god has sent. Don't hesitate, the chosen one is our companion He leads our way to freedom and we'll see No more destruction, decay of the
Why is this called democracy? We think that the power of decision is in our hands But those who rule are not the ones we chose Our Oppression, a legal
and evil has plans for survival. The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack and ultimate capture and destruction
The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones. Carnage consumes the emptiness. Wait till my spirits come forth. Violate all his chosen ones. Drink
Conquer the world Fire-breathing murderers agree Death to the fallen - Rest in peace Wicked slashers hunt for the weak Bury the ones That are chosen