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La Resurrecci​ó​n del Reptil Rasput​í​n Part II

from „Desolation as a State of Mind by CATCØRE

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March, my dear patriots
March on til we rise
Revolt against smuggy thieves
Against suited reptiles
Black gloves over our white skin
Wide eyes
What lovely din
What lovely sound of stomping feet
When justice is to meet
Your balaclava full of sweat
Revenche is passionate

But they'll never gonna find us
And they'll never understand
They could never ever fight us
Us, majority of man

All the rage and all the roars
Take back what's been always yours!

March, my dear patriots
March on until we rise
And don't you let them fakes forget
We will redress their lies
Hunt for the phony powerful
Go, tear down heavy doors!
When all our means allowable
For our holy cause
Shoot out all your bitterness
Shoot just where you like
All this world has given us
Our unalienable rights

And the're trying to divide us
But they'll never understand
They could never ever fight us
Us, majority of man

All the rage and all the roars
Take back what has always been ours!

We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We are the people, not them
We, the people!

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from „Desolation as a State of Mind, released May 5, 2023

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