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Bodies dropped into a grinder of meat, millstones keeping their pace Columns march as if to a beat, no faces left to trace The land is carved by trenches deep, like scars upon the earth Continents turned into battlefields, where life has lost its worth A shadow cast on society A thin veneer of civility From a stone weighed in a primal hand To a carpet of bombs, the warhead shall remain Warhead Cities fall silent under burning skies, smoldering concrete dust Orders come down through the line of command, there's no one left to trust Nations stirred and torn apart, the tensions never cease Bound by fear and greed alone, denying any peace A fracture deep in humanity A fragile mask of serenity From a blade once drawn by human hand To drones in the sky, the warhead shall remain Warhead Stand fast, your country counts on you Valor at last, courage will see you through Letras de cancionesEnemy scouts, plotting your position Mortar rounds, dropping with precision Paths are laid by careful aim The struggle stoked to fuel the game No peace desired, no victory planned Endless battle by unseen demand Warhead Warhead A future shaped by an iron fist Frontlines move in their endless drift No end in sight, just war sustained Profits rise as the blood remains Enemy within my iron sights Then, stone in hand, now, a nuclear pre-emptive strike From Letras Mania