Whiteout Songtext
von M.O.D.

Life is short in the Sergeant′s House of Pain
Endless suffering in his hallowed game
Can't move, shoot, dead fingertips
Broken legs and feet, well-painted fist

When others fail, the Sergeant prevails
Death, Destruction, Whiteout

Swollen eyes not from tears of joy
Stick to his boots and make a perfect noise
Electric rod jammed down the shaft
Electric tooth compulse just to make last


When others fail, the Sergeant prevails
Death, Destruction, Whiteout

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Death, Destruction, Whiteout

Death, Destruction, Whiteout

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Death, Destruction, Whiteout
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