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Fire in the hole, the wretched smell of death |
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Maniac on the frontline, and napalm on your breath |
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Let the bell toll... |
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Tortured by the visions, the haunting of your dreams |
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It seems like yesterday, can't you hear the screams? |
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Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr |
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Can't atone your own disgrace |
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Find your own death before dishonor |
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Sacrifice, your saving grace... |
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But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane |
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You're a prisoner of pain... |
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But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane |
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No way to win |
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Still a prisoner of pain... |
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Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr |
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Can't atone your own disgrace |
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Find your own death before dishonor |
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Sacrifice, your saving grace... |
