| Squeals Of War
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| Come along with the last rays of light
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| Catch a last glimpse of the unknown ones
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| A shot of hatred — raise our minds to fight
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| And compel us into glory ride
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| Soon we all will be heroes
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| On the morrow of war
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| Light the sky — A fire inside
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| Unleashing the end, where no one survive
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| Ride out — Encouraged to fight
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| Now rise to his call and deny
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| Prophets sighs in dust and chilling winds
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| While we keep on counting days and sins
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| Make your moves in silence
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| Shaped in black-to-gold-gold-to-black-black-to-gold
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| (black!)
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| As your slaves are on the road again
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| Soon we all will be heroes
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| On the morrow of war
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| Light the sky — A fire inside
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| Unleashing the end, where no one survive
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| Ride out — Encouraged to fight
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| Now rise to his call and deny
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| We’re close to the edge
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| That turned a heart to stone
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| Even though we are free
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| I have to walk your way
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| Light the sky — A fire inside
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| Unleashing the end, where no one survive
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| Ride out — Encouraged to fight
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| Now rise to his call and deny |