he'll be coming down the mountains
he'll be driving all his hatred
who'll be the first to taste his gun
who'll be the last to see the ground
and when appeased will be his hatred
and when complete will be his revenge
who had put flowers on your grave
there is no way way out for you men
and also for you who have always won
comes the moment of of truth
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