| The call arrived, to fight for the cause none of their own
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| The choice denied, taken from home, leaving it alone
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| They won’t see, what lays ahead
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| When the sun has failed and they are dead
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| Goodbyes are hard to say
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| Under the sky of cold and gray
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| Have you heard the sound of wind
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| Heard the voices that it carries
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| You felt the age of the field
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| Learned the secrets that beneath are buried
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| No fear, my boys, they say
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| Marching with the flags of thousand
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| No fame in the coward’s way
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| Peptalk before the charge command
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| Visions from their lives
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| Passing by their eyes
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| The voices of souls encaptured
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| Echo throughout history
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| Longing for peace to rest
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| To lay in harmony
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| Hatred’s hollowed their existence
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| For centuries passed by
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| Much was paid in blood
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| Soaking ground makes me cry
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| Last night around, around the table of love and warmth
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| The high ground, invincible like a raging storm
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| Towards the reckless hate
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| To test your fate |