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"I have no fears now for I am already dead. I try to love you, baby, but you'd never understand..." A great war broke out in the homeland The weak and the poor spilt blood for the rich man And once more there was a terrible trumpet Calling our souls for their maker to eat them Ooh! We were born to suffer And we were born to kill And once more there's a terrible trumpet Calling us... Behold the art of murder Before the devil's eyes Beware your soul-retriever Will come in disguise Before I was a killing machine, Now I can't tame the beast With every loved one I have slain I feel closer to release We are the lost ones Born after the fire But, I hear a voice from the other side It says: "The flames are out, but now we know... Smoke still leads us home" From Letras Mania