| Through skies we glide, creatures of combat
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| Beliefs collide to serve the bombast
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| Victims of none, peace is a weapon
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| We fight as one without confession
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| Fly so high through disharmony
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| First to die but they’re calling me
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| Is this glory?
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| I was born to die this way
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| I have sworn to fight my fate
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| Woes cast aside to face the menace
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| We’ve sacrificed, seen comrades perish
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| Inflict our will, imposed repression
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| We have no guilt, free from transgression
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| Is this glory?
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| I was born to die this way
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| I have sworn to fight my fate
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| I was born to die this way
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| I have sworn to fight my fate
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| We’re taught to conform the mortarian code
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| I wonder if there is another home
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| Is this glory?
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| I was born to die this way
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| I have sworn to fight my fate
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| I was born to die this way
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| I have sworn to fight my fate |