Текст песни Legion Of The Damned - Lord Of The Flies

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Crashed on distant shores Stranded in a hostile world Bereaved of kin and kindred Now left to survive on their own Dormant atavistic rage Emerging once again Hunters will soon proclaim Mastery over the meek Man against man Fist against fist Will against will Strength against strength Cut the throat and spill the blood Celebrating the hunters' prey Insane lust for power Foreshadows a cruel reign Pig's head on a stake Buzzing halo of flies Rancid smell of decaying flesh Lord Beelzebub calls Man against man Fist against fist Will against will Strength against strength Thin layer of civilization Evaporates as sovereigns vanish Antagonism about food and fire Each must now fend for his own Malevolent or benevolent Power is contested By numbers and sheer force Losers fly or perish Violent power takes control Like a pack of dogs they run They love the thrill of killing They are hungry for the smell of blood Cut the throat spill the blood Show all who dominates Chasing those who resist Through the wilderness they roam Like the pig's head on the stake The dissident head they want Live or to die, that is nature's law Hear Beelzebub calls Man against man Fist against fist Will against will Strength against strength

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