War Ensemble

(início)

Intro

                                                        (Fim Riff 1A)
Gtr 1 e 2 (Riff 1B)
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                                                     (Fim Riff 1B)
1° e 2° Estrofes
Gtr 1 e 2(Riff 2)
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                                                         (Fim Riff 2)
Tocar após o 4° verso
Gtr 1 (Riff 1A)

                                                        (Fim Riff 1A)

Gtr 1 e 2(Riff 2)
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                                                         (Fim Riff 2)
Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be.
Corpse rotting through the night in blood-laced misery.
Scorched earth, the policy, the reason for the siege.
The pendulum it shaves the blade, strafing air blood raid.
Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines.
Supreme art of strategy playing on the minds.
Bombard till submission, take all to their graves.
Indication of triumph, the numbers that are dead.
Refrão
Gtr 1 e 2 (Riff 3)
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                                                         (Fim Riff 3)
 Sport the war!
 War support!
 Gtr 1 e 2 (Riff 1B)
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                                                        (Fim Riff 1B)
The sport is war, total war
{1. When victories really massacre}
{2. When victory's really survival}
{3. When the end is a slaughter}
The final swing is not a drill
Its how many people I can kill!
Acompanhamento Do 1° Solo
Gtr 2 (Riff 4)
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                                                        (Fim Do Riff 4)
Ponte
Gtr 1 e 2(Riff 5) (2x)
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                                                         (Fim Riff 5)
Versos Antes do 2° Solo (Riff 6)
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                                                             (Fim Riff 6)
Intervalo
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Versos Antes do 2° Solo (Riff 6)
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Be dead, fiend from above when darkness falls.
Descend on to my sights, your fallen walls.
Spearhead; break through the lines, flanked all around.
Soldiers of attrition forward their ground.
Regime prophetic age, old in its time.
Flowing beings run on through, deep in the Rhine.
Center of the web, all battles scored.
What is our war crimes era forever more!
Antes Do 2° solo
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Acompanhamento do 2° Solo
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Versos Depois Do Solo
  Gtr 1 e 2 (Riff 7)
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 (Fim Riff 7)
Propaganda war ensemble, burial to be.
Bones shining by the night, in blood-laced misery.
Campaign of elimination, twisted psychology.
When victory is to survive and death is defeat.
Gtr. III (Solo I)
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Gtr. IV (Solo II)
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