| So many gave their blood*
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| But all have died in the mud.
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| For what they call their nation.
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| Or sometimes for their own salvation.
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| This soil where we passed away.
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| Remains since that sad day.
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| The place where us, forsaken.
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| Will always stand for the fallen.
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| Our swords pointing to the sky.
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| We’re the ones that none dare defy.
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| Our songs leading the heroes.
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| From the first to the last blows.
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| This soil where we passed away.
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| Remains since that sad day.
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| The place where us, forsaken.
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| Will always stand for the fallen.
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| Here we came, here we died.
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| Here we are keepers of the field.
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| Here we fought, here we have fallen.
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| Here we are keepers of the field.
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| Keepers of the field.
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| Keepers of the field.
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| No matter for whom they fight.
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| We are side by side day and night.
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| And all the brave men who will fall.
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| Will finally join us all.
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| On this ground some have survived.
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| Destinies not yet arrived.
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| On their path so many battles.
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| So far away from their castles. |