.Eyes toward the sun
I can hear them mocking me
When I'm on my feet they run
I live to hear their screams
Fields and fields of swollen deer>
Harvest of wretchedness
Eyes bulged, grinning ear to ear>
Bodies on bodies...
Culling down the herd
Well it's freed.
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