| Rabid war dogs are marching
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| Through the empty streets
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| Killing, laying waste
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| And spreading their leader’s seed
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| Seduced by his lies and slanders
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| Which are pounding in their brain
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| The malediction of being used
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| To realize his magic aim
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| Marching to die
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| On their lips the battle cry
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| Marching to die
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| They don’t ask the reasons why
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| Marching to die
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| Groundless they start a holocaust
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| The whole world through
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| They heel jews, turks and gypsies
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| And maybe you too
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| Fight against those new leaders
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| Prevent this dreadful war
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| We don’t want this holocaust
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| So choke every spor
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| Marching to die
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| On their lips the battle cry
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| Marching to die
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| They don’t ask the reasons why
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| Marching to die |