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In this cold aftermath |
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Where the blood has dried at last |
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Soldiers lay scattered around |
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In the fields of death, a fading sound |
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They came to die |
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They came to die |
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They came to die |
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A shameful march without a sound |
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With weapons pointed at the ground |
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They came out of the mist |
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So it all came down to this |
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Now approaching our lines |
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Heavens cry, their souls have died |
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Christ is dead or so it seems |
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Death before loyalty |
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They came to die |
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They came to die |
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They came to die |
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In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti |
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Death before loyalty |
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They came to die |
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They came to die |
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They came to die |
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In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus |
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They came to die |
