| Drawn and quartered
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| Cornered and caged
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| Fighting for old flags
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| A lions share waged
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| Keep your boots on — Stick to your guns
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| This is where we’ll make our stand
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| Our kind, does not make old bones
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| Got the devil at point-blank
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| Chance is feeble — Chance is gone
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| I’ll beat the reaper this last time
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| In this hell-hole I swear I will not die
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| As the ghost of war slowly sweeps the ground
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| We’re riding home in a long black box
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| With bloodstained flag and silver handles
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| Like rats we ran towards the gates of Hell
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| Hooked between a ruin and a war-blade
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| The Devil swept the ruins
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| Now I long for the valley of death
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| The generals never said… When they told us to wage war
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| There’s no coming back from where you’re going
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| Death before surrender
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| We dug our heels in hard
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| Always go down fighting
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| Claim victory in your heart
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| Keep your boots on — Stick to your guns
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| Death comes reaping fast tonight
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| Hell walks among us — Turning men into dogs
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| Pinned down and dying to fight
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| Uncompromising and unconditional
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| Unrelenting and unbound
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| This is no place for bloodless cowards
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| Watching distant cities burning to the ground
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| «After more than 70 days of siege, in the missile-raked ruins of Khe’Sanh
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| We saw the circling death from above
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| For they’re all gone now and left is only a smoking hole
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| We had the advantage -Now it’s death-absolute» |