| Deserts of ice to be crossed
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| Mountains of iron scrap to be climbed
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| To find a way through
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| Just to start it all over again
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| Kill — and you might live
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| Fall down — and you are done with
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| Limbo of death landscape is endless
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| And those still alive are your enemies
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| As a nomad you must hunt in wasteland
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| Abandon all humanity, forget the faces
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| Deserts of ice to be crossed
|
| Mountains of iron scrap to be climbed
|
| To find a way through
|
| Just to start it all over again
|
| Kill — and you might live
|
| Fall down — and you are done with
|
| Limbo of death landscape is endless
|
| Unlike in war where you fight for a «greater cause»
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| Here you fight just for yourself
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| Just to live another day and wait
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| Until there’s nothing to be done
|
| As a nomad you must hunt in wasteland
|
| Abandon all humanity, forget the faces
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| Burn all emotions in stake of decay
|
| To take another step towards the end
|
| And feel more alive than before
|
| Abandon all of humanity
|
| Forget the faces
|
| Burn all emotions in stake of decay
|
| As a nomad you must hunt
|
| Unlike in war where you fight for a greater cause
|
| Here you fight just for yourself
|
| Just to live another day and wait until
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| There’s nothing to be done
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| To take another step towards the end
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| And feel more alive than before |