| One lonely Man
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| Picked despite his Will
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| To fight for his Country
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| Supposedly Born and Bred to Kill
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| He was afraid to Die
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| To Kill, or to Fight
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| He had the Love of Jesus
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| Blinded by the Light
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| You’ll Fight or Die
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| So Dominate, you can’t Hide
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| It’s Do or Die, before it’s too Late
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| Far away from Home, his Mission
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| Is to Kill, there is no
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| Sanctuary, for the Coward’s
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| Spiteful will, all others they
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| Will follow, the Leaders of the
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| Pack
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| Death is their Future in this
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| World
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| The Leaders Scream Attack
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| You’ll Fight or Die
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| So Dominate, you can’t Hide
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| It’s Do or Die, before it’s too Late
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| Smell of Death grows Stronger
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| As Blood begins to Flow
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| Every man’s a Hunter
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| And to Kill is all they know
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| War Machines keep Pushing
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| Metal falls like Rain
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| Stench of Bodies Burning
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| This man has reached his End
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| This man’s war he Lost
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| And no one’s felt the Pain
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| No mercy and no Sorrow
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| Only Countries Gained
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| But far away from home, his
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| Mission was to kill
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| Still no Sanctuary, for the Cowards
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| Spiteful Will
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| You’ll Fight or Die
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| So Dominate, you can’t Hide
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| It’s Do or Die, before it’s too Late |