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Cold
trails, long roots
Xen
omm
From
north
Nemo
ante mortem beatus
Nostromo
Siberia
The
cradle
Things
that made the pain
Wagons
Waves of insanity
Burning black
At the gates
Ten years
The Ground
Sunset of west
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Xen
omm
Trust your stainless gun.
Hide thoughts from the sun.
Fighting thru the time.
One eyed beyond rage.
Pegging no mercy of the fear.
Havin’ an eye to flee.
Hooking in wasteland of the state.
Digging in the bubbling grave.
Predator dressed by good wills.
Throwing the words o’ cheap.
Simplicity of color.
Winding the minds of will.
Die for the flag you hold above your head.
Die for the color you
tattooed in brain.
Dam up rage inside.
Views via iron eye.
Climb up to the hill
and see the view of hell.
Fear of strangers, fear of dark
fear of father, fear of God.
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