| We march through the mud, to the field we’re sure we’ll die
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| As we look around, it’s all we realize
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| To kill in war, the queen says it’s so
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| No reason given, our rank does not know
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| The long bows, swords of valor
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| Well even now, we see the foe’s long lines
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| We’re outnumbered, by at least five times
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| The drums beat faster, as we run to the fight
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| Glory for all, who falls before the night
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| The battle rages on
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| For the queen far at home
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| The battle surges on
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| My comrades fall unknown
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| As the sun, sets slowly in the west
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| The field is red, we did our duty best
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| No one can leave, until all are killed
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| No one survived, from all the blood that spilled
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| The long bows, swords of valor
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| As we march through the mud, to the field we all will die
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| We all look above, and pray towards the sky
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| To die in war, the queen tells us so
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| For what reason, till death we did not know
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| The battle rages on
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| For the queen far at home
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| The battle surges on
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| THROUGH THE FIRE! |
| My comrades fall unknown
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| The battle rages
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| Through the fire
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| The battle rages
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| Through the fire |