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The eye of the dead
In the madness of life
Where the bodies are left to decay
Smelling the stench
Of the rotting of flesh
Of all victims not left with a brain
Weeping wills, lunatics
Bodies burn like candlesticks
Screaming dogs, murdered pride
Dead man walks among all those
Among all those who died
The blood of my enemies
No need for sympathy
The blood of my enemies
Call in the infantry
The blood of my enemies
No need for sympathy
The blood of my enemies
Call in the infantry
A license to kill
In a temple of doom
Where the preachers are fed for their lives
A symptom of hate
And a merciful fate
Where the preacher of evil survives
Weeping wills, lunatics
Bodies burn like candlesticks
Screaming dogs, murdered pride
Dead man walks among all those
Among all those who died
The blood of my enemies
No need for sympathy
The blood of my enemies
Call in the infantry
The blood of my enemies
No need for sympathy
The blood of my enemies
Call in the infantry
Picking all the pieces
Fighting for another day
Decimate the Christians
Celebrate the holiday
Taking all the pleasure
Taking all the pain away
Killing all the enemies
This will be the price you pay
The taste of revenge
And the smell of success
As you bury the life of the dead
The eye of the dead
In the madness of life
Are the dreams that you live in your head
Weeping wills, lunatics
Bodies burn like candlesticks
Screaming dogs, murdered pride
Dead man walks among all those
Among all those who died
The blood of my enemies
No need for sympathy
The blood of my enemies
Call in the infantry
The blood of my enemies
No need for sympathy
The blood of my enemies