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And with no shaking hands |
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Holding tight to cold steel |
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And an even colder ideal |
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Hammering the soul til it is hard as a rock |
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(Chorus) |
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Not in any kind of dying |
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Could there be a greater peace |
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Never being in for a burden now |
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Could there be a greater peace |
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If ones sword gets broken |
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You strike with hand and foot |
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If your hands and feet get cut off |
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You press your enemy down with your shoulders |
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When the old gather the young |
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And those who have lived |
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Tell of the inevitable death |
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That is when life is defined |
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And do begin |
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Thus the path is set |
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Life has begun |
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Onward march |
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(Repeat chorus) |
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Codex - dying codex |
