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Mercy, To Blades Unknown
Gather our arms and let’s march afar,
Sharp spears, swords, shields and all.
Flood their lands with all their blood,
Streams, rivers and all we could else.
Mercy is a word we should not know,
Kill, slaughter and murder you foe.
Keep your blood cold, behold
There is here, we have come.
Look at them, ha, them dogs,
Farmers with knifes, sticks and logs.
My brothers, show them your sons of men,
Draw your swords and we’ll speak then.
Burn, burn their houses to the ground,
Farm houses to ashes, life to dust.
Burn, burn until your pollute ...