Prase Lyrics

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerers of death´s construction.
Oh lord, yeah!
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Politicians hide themselves away.
They only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Oh yeah!