Up over the wall
we'll rush all the tanks and all the mines
prevailing at last, the dead in our past
as we move quickly, and so blind
The colonel's orders, as crossing all borders
killing and maiming, divine
Gore on our swords, a bloodthirsty horde
****** and drinking bad wine
Destroying the past, how long can this last
rewriting the rules and the law
pretending god likes, our type of fight
practicing, holy Fatah
Ending in heaven, two and ten sevens
the virgins, we will enjoy
reality such, we won't see that much
as in hell the virgins, are demons, not boys
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
Up over the wall
we'll rush all the tanks and all the mines
prevailing at last, the dead in our past
as we move quickly, and so blind
The colonel's orders, as crossing all borders
killing and maiming, divine
Gore on our swords, a bloodthirsty horde
****** and drinking bad wine
Destroying the past, how long can this last
rewriting the rules and the law
pretending god likes, our type of fight
practicing, holy Fatah
Ending in heaven, two and ten sevens
the virgins, we will enjoy
reality such, we won't see that much
as in hell the virgins, are demons, not boys
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