Birds of Murder

by DMG   Mar 26, 2005


Black Hawks soar piercing the sky
Murderous birds, millions die
Polluting the world, killing the land
Destroying lives of the innocent damned
Blood written scripts, few will survive
So many satanic souls are alive
When will it stop? When will they die?
Those murderous Hawks up in the sky

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