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No death songs are sung No hesitation to devour the young Take what isn't needed - leave the rest Bleed until there's nothing left Bred and caught Sold and bought No thought to what human hands had wrought Every day, a hundred thousand slaves Every hour, a thousand graves Hear the chorus of the calloused drown the sounds of endless malice Now the sane must decide when to answer the call to defend A practice of cannibalistic insanity Sadistic neanderthalic barbarity Bred and caught Sold and bought No though tto what human hands had wrought Every day, a hundred thousand slaves Every hour, a thousand graves No escape, no relief from suffering beyond belief Aus Songtexte Mania