| For those who buried their sons
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| Under bone white crosses
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| For those who saw their daughters
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| Virtues were taken by invading forces
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| They promised the century to you
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| And all you did was count the dead
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| And pray for merciful release
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| In the longest and the darkest night
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| Here we stand guard
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| Until the end of time
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| They made you build your tomb
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| With your own very hands
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| And ground your kin to dust
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| In the dark satanic mills of progress
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| It seems the lands of the free
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| Are born of the cold and empty grave
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| And the myths of liberty
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| Bind our wrists like slaves
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| Here we stand guard
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| Until the end of time
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| Is where we stand guard
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| And you will always bury your sons
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| Under broken barren promises
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| And the heart of your motherland
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| Will be ripped from her chest
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| We are ready to die
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| Where greater men have fallen
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| We are ready to die |