| Thru the fields of destruction, the trail of pain
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| Into a blast of evil, by dint of faith
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| Among the desecrated, with pride we call
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| A journey through our pain, still standing tall
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| Absence of trust, we shall go back
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| Into the chamber of doom
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| A silent call, Foray in hell
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| And in trust we gain
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| Into the storm of darkness, set once again
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| We’re lined up all together, a strive in vain
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| The troops of evil forces, fearless in death
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| Pinned to the doors of hell, to take our breath
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| Tears of feign, we fall and we rise again
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| We pay with our lives, with our blood, with our souls
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| And nothing we gain
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| Absence of trust, we shall go back
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| Into the chamber of doom
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| A silent call, Foray in hell
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| And in trust we gain
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| Tears of feign, we fall and we rise again
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| We pay with our lives, with our blood, with our souls
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| And nothing we gain
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| Absence of trust, we shall go back
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| Into the chamber of doom
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| A silent call, Foray in hell
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| And in trust we gain |