| Hear the drums, trumpets and fifes
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| The sound emanated advice us it’s time
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| Our swords and our shields are urging for blood
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| And our enemies will scream in their gore
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| We are guided by thy hands, victory lies ahead
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| Blood will pay our deeds
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| Tonight we’ll celebrate
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| We don’t know what’s wrong, what’s right
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| We keep on obeying the calling of fight
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| These bodies on fields are carpets for us
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| And they encourages us to keep up the strike
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| We’ll never stop 'till the last man is dead
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| And their widow’s wail sounds as a lullaby tone
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| Because all this havoc just make us delight
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| And the screams of wimps just make us strong
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| We are guided by thy hands, victory lies ahead
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| Blood will pay our deeds
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| Tonight we’ll celebrate
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| In the dark we march breathless
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| The future will teach you we are fearless
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| Your blame is to die a horrible death
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| And we’ll take charge to put it in path
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| We’ll never stop 'till the last man is dead
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| And their widow’s wail sounds as a lullaby tone
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| Because all this havoc just make us delight
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| And the screams of wimps just make us strong |