| Beach head reached in broken silence
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| Do or die is here
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| Rifle clutched in white knuckle grip
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| Choking back the fear
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| Bodies falling one by one
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| Upon the deadly march
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| Sky lit up with mortar fire
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| To death, our only course
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| The call to combat
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| Into a firestorm, a tempest with no eye
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| The call to combat
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| Knee deep bodies baptized with cannon fire
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| The call to combat
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| The will to fight is shattered, no choice but to march on
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| The call to combat
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| Game of life and death, will meet our fate as pawns
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| Casings fall amongst the dead
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| Marking killing trail
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| We meet our fates on roads well-tread
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| Slaughtered to what avail?
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| Soldiers calling two by two
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| Voices lost in battle’s din
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| The earth split open, stained with blood
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| A coffin to crawl within
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| The call to combat
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| Into a firestorm, a tempest with no eye
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| The call to combat
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| Knee deep bodies baptized by cannon fire
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| The call to combat
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| The will to fight is shattered, no choice but to march on
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| The call to combat
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| Game of life and death, will meet our fate as pawns |