Eric Paeplow

Theater Of Pain

The war is on, it's time to fight
Loose the cannons, the politician's scream
Unleash the beast; let the gathering hoards surge forth
With a burning need for glory and a lust for blood and pain

With their blackened hearts, masked by painted faces
Leaving behind, nothing but carnage, in their wake
So it's off to war again, to hear the screams of the dying
To watch the macabre scene take place

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