| Across the fields we see the fight
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| On battlefields fought through the night
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| We killed by force, we struck them dead
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| The men were gored, we moved ahead
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| So many fell to meet their doom
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| So many more will be there soon
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| We met our fate and felt the pain
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| A thunderstorm of crimson rain
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| Horses galloping through the trees
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| Bloody soldiers on their knees
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| Raise the swords, it’s time to die
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| Screaming out our battle cry
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| Battle Cry!
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| Battle Cry!
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| Time to die!
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| Battle Cry!
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| A flag is raised in victory
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| The battlefield is a blood-red sea
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| We fought the war and lived to tell
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| About the war and of it’s hell
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| We’ve seen it all — the bodies falling
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| Millions watching others mauling
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| A canopy for human season
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| Millions die without a reason
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| Horses galloping through the trees
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| Bloody soldiers on their knees
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| Raise the swords, it’s time to die
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| Screaming out our battle cry
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| Battle Cry!
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| Battle Cry!
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| Time to die!
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| Battle Cry! |