
时间:2012-10-11
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The blood was running
Off the prophets hands
The blood of disbelievers
She'd on holy land
A plague on man sent
From a vengeful god
We had no choice but
To save ourselves
Their books of lies
Spreading hate and pain
Their men with their
God took our souls away
We fought for our lives
For our children's souls
We she'd much blood
But we had no hope
Release this rage
That is deep inside
Stand up stand tall
Let the blood collide
Let the blood collide
Release this rage
That is deep inside
Stand up stand tall
Let the blood collide
Release this rage
That is deep inside
Stand up stand tall
Let the blood collide