From the heart of exile
From this age of dispossession
We shall shatter worlds
We shall overturn empires
All across these fields
I foresee
Our killers rise
Your corpses fall
Kill Kill Kill Kill.
Killkorps.
You who dare to dream
Cower before dreams
We're your salvation
We're your death
My eyes are darkness
My heart is light
We are the means
To end your suffering
There are corpses
There are killers
All across these fields I see
Corpses made by you and me.
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