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Captured, taken, tortured in a cell Beaten to death, no skin or bone Rising an eyelid to the sight of death Crushing blow of an angry first Feel the snap of a fragile limb Open the gates and lead them in Starve their stomachs and see them die Strip them down, till the bone is sought Feeling of hatred is seen within Give them shovels to dig their holes Kneel in front and fill with bones Feel the pressure, hit your head Days of torture ending like this Rising an eyelid to the sight of death Crushing blow of an angry first Crushing bone grinding death Obeyer of sin has just begun From Letras Mania