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1915 bombs were flying Occidnet was already burning. No one was taking care about the shootings, in the Caucasus plain I see the crod yelling. From all this now I only see crime, crime, blood, rapes, tears, distress an misery. For a while yet just one order for every soldier: Gun the Armenian people down...
Ararat mountain eyes are the witness of our pain til' the end of time.
Genocide, genocide millions of corpses for a piece of land
For 2 years blood ran through your hands, disgust, cowardis scorn, hatred swit you so fine. Victims voices of my past sound again and again on the earth. I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorryful world I tell:
Ararat mountain eyes are the witness of our pain til' the end of time.
Genocide, genocide millions of corpses for a piece of land
For 2 years blood ran through your hands, disgust, cowardis scorn, hatred swit you so fine. Victims voices of my past sound again and again on the earth. I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorryful world I tell:
The death there's no death, just a lovely trip my friend to another land.
Hay mer...
I'm the devil hauting your country's nightmares, people give me the world no one is innocent, that's why they will all pay. My anger is a poisened gift, I spit on your past, spit on the war. I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorrowful world I tell:
The death there's no death.
Just a lovely trip my friends to another land. To another land, to another land my friends...
Hay mer...
I'm the devil hauting your country's nightmares, people give me the world no one is innocent, that's why they will all pay. My anger is a poisened gift, I spit on your past, spit on the war. I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorrowful world I tell:
The death there's no death.
Just a lovely trip my friends to another land. To another land, to another land my friends...
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