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I smell your rot a mile behindI say pestilence, you say benignYou've made your grave with the dogsBy grace our paths have crossedAnd all tolerance is lostWhat is the price on your head?I'll take it with these handsRip flesh from boneAnd claim what we own(War) For every generation there comes a time(War) To join the gray or become what is right(War) You stayed in shadows, and preyed on the blindYou're cyanideFather, you know I'm seeking honorWanting life for my brothersI will fight, the ones who stole the sun and left us night, they're cyanide.Father guide my handsI will cleanse this landEnd the enemyThe innocent be freedYou and meI fight for father's and daughtersLetras de cancionesSons and mothersRaped and murderedBound and tiedYou came insideYou took their livesYeah I pray... I pray you die.So I will fight the decadence that leeches our innocence, they're cyanide! From Letras Mania