In the smoke of combat No gods give you the guts You see the fire in the sky The bombs fall by your side I put powder in my gun Let me free, let me run Armed with swords and hash I run, kill and fight I remove the knife in your sore I believe in the death's call I live to kill, create war and pain You die for fire, burns in flames Our disaster is not complete today We make no differents because You fall in fate The war punishes, and pain resists The wildness shouts The blood burst out We're going in hell tonight For another loud attack And you see in the mist Black flag is on my mast The cannons creep In your desert to kill And no defense, no forces You're the bloodlust victims In the smoke of combat No gods gives you the guts.
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