
Revolutionary Cells
Distillator
Revolutionary Cells • 2015
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Lyrics
The hauling of jackals and hounds
On his throat my father has a smile
And I, firstborn
Turned to my brothers and sisters
Pieds noirs, third generation
The possession of land is mind - fuck
Born on this soil after recoil
The war has begun
Revolutionary cells
Terrorism, torture squads, execution
Revolutionary cells
Copy paste, copy paste 'till nothing is left
Slaughterhouse of freedom
War of indipendence
National liberation front
Prepare for bombing
Acts of increased violence
Thousands of deaths
Exodus
My live given defend our cause
On his throat my father has a smile
And I, firstborn
Turned to my brothers and sisters
Pieds noirs, third generation
The possession of land is mind - fuck
Born on this soil after recoil
The war has begun
Revolutionary cells
Terrorism, torture squads, execution
Revolutionary cells
Copy paste, copy paste 'till nothing is left
Slaughterhouse of freedom
War of indipendence
National liberation front
Prepare for bombing
Acts of increased violence
Thousands of deaths
Exodus
My live given defend our cause
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