| On fields of war, we had to grow
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| A bloody rage, a hear of stone
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| That’s what we have learned
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| When bullets fly, above your head
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| No time to lose, there’s no regret
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| It’s fight or be dead
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| Soldiers marching on, the last command
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| Young souls raising hell, rain of fire
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| Warcries fill the air, will this ever end?
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| They kill for greed, not peace to find
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| Forget the past, don’t look behind
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| Don’t stand in the line
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| A secret plan for mind control, the price of life?
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| Expendable, that’s what we all are
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| Soldiers marching, for the final stand
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| On their road to hell, load your guns
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| When sirens scream the end, living in despair
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| When a lonely child prays to the sky
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| Dreaming of kingdoms, of ages gone by
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| When a million voices join as one
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| A new star is born, the king claims his crown
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| March, they march, in the rain and mud
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| Lords of torment and disorder
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| Flashing lights, in the dead of the night
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| Heralds of attack and violence
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| Burning in the flame, of unholy forces
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| Locked in a spell, you’ll never be free
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| Gazing at the sun, looking for a vengeance
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| Black soul, blood red steel
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| Pouring on the land, like a rain of evil
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| Sewers of the storm, leaders in command
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| Marching in the rage, of a magic winter or a fiery sand |