Over the hills and on asphalt,
blood is spilled and it's your fault.
Awakened by a pool of red,
turn to your right, your sister is dead.
The paramedics they are called,
remains on the ground are of a doll.
Last memory she'll have left,
severed in two, she's torn in half.
Now your sister she will tell,
if you fate is heaven or hell.
Mechanized Death waits,
but Mechanized Death waits
for no one.
Now your sister she will tell,
if you fate is heaven or hell.
Mechanized Death it does waits,
but Mechanized Death waits
for no one.
HERE IT COMES!
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