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So silent before the storm, awaiting command |
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A few has been chosen to stand as one outnumbered by far |
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The orders from high command, fight back hold, your ground |
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In early September it came, a war unknown to the world |
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No army may enter that land |
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That is protected by polish hand |
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Unless you are 40 to 1 |
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Your force will soon be undone, undone |
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Baptized in fire of fire 40 to 1 |
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Spirit of Spartans death and glory |
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Soldiers of Poland second to none |
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Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt |
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The 8th of September it starts the rage of the Reich |
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A barrage of mortars and guns stand fast the bunkers will hold |
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The captain has pledged his life, "I'll face my fate here" |
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The sound of artillery strike so fierce the thunder of guns |
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So come bring on all that you've got |
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Come hell, come high water never stop |
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Unless you are 40 to 1 |
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Your lives will soon be undone, undone |
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Always remember a fallen soldier |
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Always remember fathers and sons at war |
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Buried in history |
