Bombs fall! [x2]
Bombs are falling like diarrhea in a public toilet: feel god's rear
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Pregnant moms are giving birth to burst sons: their hope is dead
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall! [x2]
Children's fate being mutilated, orphan legs seeking owner's trunk
Owner's trunk, that doesn't belong to a soldier or a sergeant of the armies of the world
In fact the owner is a victim: noisy bombs dig yards of tombs
Dead hope [x2]
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall!
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Bombs fall! [x2]
Bombs are falling like diarrhea in a public toilet: feel god's rear
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Pregnant moms are giving birth to burst sons: their hope is dead
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall! [x2]
Children's fate being mutilated, orphan legs seeking owner's trunk
Owner's trunk, that doesn't belong to a soldier or a sergeant of the armies of the world
In fact the owner is a victim: noisy bombs dig yards of tombs
Dead hope [x2]
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall!
Bombs are falling like diarrhea in a public toilet: feel god's rear
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Pregnant moms are giving birth to burst sons: their hope is dead
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall! [x2]
Children's fate being mutilated, orphan legs seeking owner's trunk
Owner's trunk, that doesn't belong to a soldier or a sergeant of the armies of the world
In fact the owner is a victim: noisy bombs dig yards of tombs
Dead hope [x2]
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves
Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall!