| In the time, when the days of glory have arrived
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| The last in line have saved our sons
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| They’ve trained for years for their awards
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| To pay the price or die
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| They make you feel the kisses of their swords
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| Until you lie
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| You are the soldiers of another time
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| You are the ones
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| Who can save the future
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| You are the makers of another crime
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| Your are the ones
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| The children of the nation
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| Children of the nation…
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| Bring your flags, and sharpen your blades of steel
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| Face your enemies, cause in death they trust
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| Their blood will soil the furrows of your fields
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| In a sacred return to the dust
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| You prey to make your triumph becomes real
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| In a blind rage of lust
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| You are the soldiers of another time
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| You are the ones
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| Who can save the future
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| You are the makers of another crime
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| Your are the ones
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| The children of the nation
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| Children of the nation
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| Children, children…
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| Of the nation |