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The smell of death is all around Cold violence we adore The daily deads, man for breakfast Shall life renew these bodies of the truth Abused visions and shattered dreams From this pain and misery Just pray to summon up the dead Condemned to the capital punishment You rule the world You drink their blood Betray their souls You think you've Nothing to regret Wounds are bleeding fresh Illusions of freedom The symbols of your destiny Prophesies of blasphemies The reverance that died within They are creeping upon you Hatred venom seeping through You want to be the master's blast Ain't no promises that will last Feel increasing mindless pain To the epicentre of my hate You rule the world You drink their blood Betray their souls You think you've Nothing to regret Wounds are bleeding fresh Illusions of freedom The symbols of your destiny You rule the world You drink their blood Betray their souls You think you've Nothing to regret Wounds are bleeding fresh Illusions of freedom The symbols of your destiny