| The beat of war reigns on
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| Can you hear the sound of marching drums?
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| Bullets fill the sky
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| Men kill to show their nation’s pride
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| The smell of death and blood
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| Hold memories of your loved ones close,
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| Find hope in pain, my friend,
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| Brothers in arms until the end.
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| Slumber sweet with dreams of home,
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| Hand in hand, don’t march alone.
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| We’ve got a thirst for your blood
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| It’s pumping through our veins
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| Wait till the moment’s right,
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| Show no mercy
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| What do we have to fear?
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| Lock stock let’s blow them all away
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| Then hide yourself in sleep
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| Hopeful they’ll take you in the night,
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| Eyes bloodshot red and straining,
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| You’ll see the ghost inside their eyes
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| A country left in tears
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| Watching their flag burn and die.
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| Slumber sweet with dreams of home,
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| Hand in hand, don’t march alone.
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| We’ve got a thirst for your blood
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| It’s pumping through our veins
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| Wait till the moment’s right,
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| Show no mercy
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| Dreams of home
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| We’ve got a thirst for your blood
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| (We've got a thirst for your blood)
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| Wait till the moment’s right,
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| Show no mercy
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| We’ve got a thirst for your blood
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| It’s pumping through our veins
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| Wait till the moment’s right,
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| Show no mercy |