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Slowly raised its crazed head, Dripping from the mouth, blood
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Slowly raised its crazed head Dripping from the mouth, blood Bloody in hand, its sword From its heart, black hate Angry soldering red eyes Screamed its hateful contempt For you and me, contempt We who thought to shed its blood Tried to pierce it with our swords Fear of wrath burn our heads Fires of hell consumed the eyes Of the devil filled with hate How did we earn such hate? How did we earn such contempt? Was it when we buried our swords? It filled the land with blood Raped the innocence with its eyes Forced us to bow our heads Held to the wall, with its spearhead Roaming its angry eyes Looking for our yellow blood Looking for us to hate Waiting with eager contempt Waiting for us to raise our swords But we won’t raise our swords Instead we just close our eyes Step around the dried blood And our neighbor we hate Look down at the Romans with contempt We have lost their needed heads God has turned his head Could not bear what met his eye Sadly had to sheath his sword Turned away from the world of hate Holds us in utter contempt Watched the bath of blood Gone are the days filled with blood Gone are our mighty swords And for that we will all die. |