| Like a shadow of my past life, the years, like grains of sand
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| The blood shed at the front line, the brave, their last stand
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| Should we fulfill the body count, to pay the butchers bill?
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| Could it be intention, could it be gods will?
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| It begins, to dawn on me, the order is a despite!
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| We are lost, betrayed!
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| Pounding guns are growing louder, we all must take the blame
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| A hidden metal warlord crashing down in sheets of flame
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| Should we fulfill the body count, to pay the butchers bill?
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| Could it be intention, could it be gods will?
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| It begins, to dawn on me, the order is a despite!
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| We are lost, betrayed!
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| I see soldiers slain, splashed to the four winds
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| I stagger through, agonized, expecting nothing but death
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| Should we fulfill the body count, to pay the butchers bill?
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| Could it be intention, could it be gods will?
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| It begins, to dawn on me, the order is a despite!
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| We are lost, betrayed! |