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I take a look around, |
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The blood of our men has painted the ground |
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There are corpses lying everywhere |
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Some try to pray, some cry in despair |
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As our enemy cuts its way through our lines |
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Desperate thoughts take over our minds |
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Is this to be the end of our days? |
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The overwhelming enemy |
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Rides our front lines down |
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With hate in their faces, with hate in their sound |
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Houndreds of men lying wounded on the ground |
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No one can help them, |
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To their destiny they're bound |
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I think of my family, I think of my home |
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Interrupted by a fearful tone: |
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"We're practically dead, they'll slaughter us all!" |
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Through a cloud of dust I see our right wing fall |
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This cursed war will swallow us all |
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What will happen to our loved-ones, |
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The ones we're fighting for? |
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I will not stand and watch this army fall |
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We will fight back, hear us roar |
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Pull our lines together |
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Our fury is greater than the worst stormy weather |
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I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers, |
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This is for my land |
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With blood on my face to battle I ride |
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With dust in my eyes, with faith in my heart |
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Until death do us part |
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From the skies a man came down to earth |
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He lead our way and rode first |
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How dark the night may seem |
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A new day always heals |
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I stroll across the field, the morning has broken, |
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Our victory's been sealed |
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The hooves have plowed the ground to mud, |
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Familiar faces in ponds of blood |
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A snowflake lands on my face, |
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Melts and runs away |
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The sun rose red that day |
