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That wave of bombers |
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Above that sleeping land |
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Drove our silent and grey parade |
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To wade in the snow |
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First everyone got to see |
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Their world aflame |
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Every man had to burn |
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Their own house |
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Every time the firing stops |
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Again continues it's trek |
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A miserable group who don't |
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Have the time to look behind |
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When to endless snow drowned the little brother |
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From the bloodred sky |
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Loomed that laughing hangman |
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Battalions of death move behind us |
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In front of us the scene is like sheet |
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Our camp has to move again |
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Either over the border or to heaven 4x) |
