| Cold finger on the trigger
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| Behind the line drawn in the sand
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| Anger rise!
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| We fight a war with much at stake
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| The rights of birth that no one can take
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| Overflowing with anger
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| A soon to be awakening
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| Will be martyrs on to glory
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| Dawn finds us in this rage
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| My finger on the button
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| With what’s so foreign in my sights
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| Anger rise!
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| We wage a war
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| Our nature to preserve
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| By any means
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| Our enemies be gone
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| No longer can we wait
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| As an enemy drains our future
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| As the light of a new day shines
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| Our anger fuels our march this dawn
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| As it must be
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| This dawn of the mad
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| Call of duty
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| All the minutemen rise and shine
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| Call of duty
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| Only sovereigns stand the test of time |