| Facing the enemy fear and insanity
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| Fight with your back to the wall
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| Horses are falling no quarter is given
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| Ravens will feast on them all
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| Gather your strength and ride through the storm
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| No one will catch you alive
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| It weather of blades and as twilight sets in
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| This is the final goodbye
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| Marching on —
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| You’ll be the last one to fall
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| Marching on —
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| You’ll be the last one to fall
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| Bereft of all dignity, pain and depravity
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| No one will live through this day
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| The sound of the suffering left as an offering
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| Souls sent to Valhalla’s gates
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| You stand in the rain as you fought through it all
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| Tomorrow will never appear
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| Embracing your fate as the dusk closes in
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| Blood is the prize of the brave
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| Marching on —
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| You’ll be the last one to fall
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| Marching on —
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| You’ll be the last one to fall
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| Bereft of all dignity
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| Blood is the prize of the brave
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| No one will live through this day
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| Souls sent to Valhalla’s gates
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| Ride through the storm
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| Song of the sword
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| You’ll be marching on
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| You’ll be the last one to fall
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| Marching on —
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| You’ll be the last one to fall |