Masters of war, enslavers of minds
control from the shadows,
disseminate pain.
They’re selling you dreams
while building your grave,
corrupted by power
They’re men with no name.
A sinister will ingrained in our soul.
A sinister will origin of war.
Silent are corpses
and still are the graves.
Holding my breath
I was bringer of Death.
Bleeding for living
their hate through my hands
delivers destruction.
This evil won’t end.
A sinister will ingrained in our soul.
A sinister will origin of war.
Believing the false you answered the call.
Protecting their lies, they’ve sent you to die.
Blood drips, future erased.
No one wins in a losing game.
Sinister will.
No exit wound, nothing remains,
on either side only graves.
Blood drips, future erased.
No one wins in a losing game.
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