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A poor farmer boy To the wars he goes With his fathers pride And his mothers tears And he goes a virgin To both women and blood He will turn a monster Mad, crippled and blindAnd his name is AtrocitySoon they will teach him How to love the war And how to kill For a piece of rag The burned out houses The murdered babies The gangraped children Shall be his calling cardAnd his name is AtrocityAnd he shall make orphans And widows too And he will torture With a smile on his face And he will take sons from others Fill their world with pain And he will take brothers from sisters Lay his soul to wasteAnd his name is Atrocity