| A massive force cuts through the land
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| Hopes of victory as failure looms
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| The pressure is building as spirits die
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| The great Crusade to clean the world
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| Step out of consciousness and move with instinct
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| Mortal men with heavy hearts
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| The Devil’s game is played for keeps
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| Pave the way for years to come
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| Inevitable course upon death’s path
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| March toward the horizon’s end
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| Conviction and strength will carry them through
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| To last another day
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| Raging fires and chunks of earth
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| Will throw them off their path
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| The wailing sounds of comrades lost
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| They’ll carry to their graves
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| End this war… bring them homes… bring them back… alive
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| Take control… force the end… overwhelm them… with might
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| The onslaught… the carnage… will scar them… for life
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| Their innocence… their youth… was lost… forever
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| Acres of death, oceans of blood
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| Onward mercilessly, to triumph or failure |