| Comin' out victoriously
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| From the slaughter
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| We offer our enemy
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| The divine feast
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| When new heroes
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| Toast to the future
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| Peace anymore disturbed
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| By deadly enemy
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| Dawn catches us in the fog, our veins
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| Still warm for victory and Fear storms us
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| A new terrible curse has attacked us
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| Our destroyed houses still smoke
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| Our houses still smoke
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| Sun, get up on their minds!
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| And then feeling, gather us!
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| Relief and amazement
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| Converge in an omen of death!
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| Someone looks for his bride
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| Not knowing that
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| Her blood is different
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| But the cries are the same
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| Who knows, now, keeps silent
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| With sadness and shame
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| A man still drags fool
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| Gripping a bloodless child
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| A known figure, ‘come out of the shade!'
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| His sad face in the awareness
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| The old man reveals his truth, to who
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| Had not heard his words
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| This ruinous certainty slips in our minds
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| Enemy blood has not brought back to life our sons
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| After laughs the tears of drunks
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| Who has conscience keeps silent
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| Legionary of this new wisdom, who’s standing
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| Drags his companion along the road to home… |
| Who has conscience keeps silent
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| Legionary of this new wisdom, who’s standing
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| Drags his companion along the road to home
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| Towards a village, towards his destiny |