Текст песни ACROSTICHON - Havoc

We fight on this field of honour
Maimed bodies everywhere
We mystify our feelings
Thinking anyone cares
This mystical sphere
Malice of the mind
We will soon die here
Our bodies they won't find

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They call this a field of honour
But I just feel pain
Four of us against an army
It is just insane
Malediction of the mind
We're the tyrants quarries
Fairy massacre
Is there life beyond death

The tyrants soldiers

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