| I’m coming in the battle array
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| My heart sinks into my boots
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| I’m looking back — get teary eyes
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| I’m in front — in the first place
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| Rate of fire — don’t mention it
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| Field of honor — I want to quit
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| Confrontation — way of assault
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| Annihilation — speed and surprise
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| «In the name of» — whatever is required
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| The end justifies the means
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| Reveal the plan, disorder is near
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| «Take your courage and shatter their spine!»
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| Unreal, so far — «attack them with pride!»
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| It’s easy to say from the last line
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| Whistle’s blown, the charge has begun
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| Short of breath, my last run?
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| A wall of men — a muzzle bulk
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| Sudden a flash — am I in luck?
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| A violent hit, I’m losing ground
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| Wave of blood out of my wound
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| Confrontation — way of assault
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| Annihilation — speed and surprise
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| «In the name of» — whatever is required
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| The end justifies the means
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| Reveal the plan, disorder is near
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| «Take your courage and shatter their spine!»
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| Unreal, so far — «attack them with pride!»
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| It’s easy to say from the last line |