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Transfer Lyrics

Raging crowds of gunpoint stares in Palestine,
where twelve year old hands throw capital offenses.
Blistering is the abrasion of land.
Sickening I this faceless division.
And we'll never know of they s*** they call 'transfer'.
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From Ashes Rise / Victims (2003)
So Say the Wise Moths to the Flame Uniforms Mechanical No Fears or Worries in a Post War Town Transfer En Galen Drom The Danger Moments Out of Reach We Are Dead End Up in Pain Victims in Blood, Part 2 I Mansklighetens Tjanst Dromvarld Tomorrow at the End Awake