Letras:Zao. The Funeral Of God. Praise The War Machine.

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The death of the Omega pilots the war machine, we shall destroy the earth, rebuilt it, none shall inherit it, blood turned into
fire, made to drink like wine, pile up the countless corpses and on them we shall dine
We praise you war machine, you've come to set us free, run us through your jas, carry us off in your claws
Cut away body from soul, a slave free, run us through your jaws, carry us off in your claws
666 (the number of man brought upon by man)
The earth it shall burn bright tonight in our eyes, the earth it shall burn right into our eye on this very night, praise the war
machine, burn tonight