| In the years after the decay
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| In the name of anarchy we kept alive
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| True saviours of the second judgement day
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| Prisoners of a new dawn that cuts like a knife
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| One with the agony as we bury our dead
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| We have to carry on as the rivers run red
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| In unity on higher ground
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| This is where we make our final stand
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| In unity on higher ground
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| And if it ends today our death will be for the world
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| Bury the dead
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| Exiled in pain we were pushed back
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| We were up against the wall
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| As we tried to hold the line
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| Outnumbered by a force beyond
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| Ghost walking brothers in need for flesh
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| One with the agony as we bury our dead
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| We have to carry on as the rivers run red
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| In unity on higher ground
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| This is where we make our final stand
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| In unity on higher ground
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| And if it ends today our death will be for the world
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| Do we survive, we are barely alive
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| One foot in the grave
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| Will we be saved or be enslaved
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| Walking the path, burning in flames
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| Fade into black
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| A good day to die, a good day to testify
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| A good day to die
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| In unity on higher ground
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| This is where we make our final stand
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| In unity on higher ground
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| And if it ends today our death will be for the world
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| Bury the dead |