Millions on the runFear in their eyesBlack Death pine for
I am War your truest godMy presence you'll regard as
Early in the morningWe heard the engines roarIn the skyThunder
My loyal companion how I wish I couldRun far away
Cancer humanityNecrofertility(The) gods sent the plague as a cureBloodsoaked inf
"Hear our prayers Gods of Wrath,Strike with swords of fireBlood
Warbirds, fills the skies (and)Release their seeds of angerMillions on
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