| They fell with their faces to the foe
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| Their proud remains among the skies above!
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| There is a better life in nasty dreams
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| Where you walk the line of painful death
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| I can’t deny my cosmic ancestry
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| The gods of fire are reality
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| Unwanted creatures surrounded me
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| Unseen dimensions I have seen
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| No hell between me and god
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| Just the kind black moon will know
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| Just the kind black moon will know
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| They didn’t know my sacred name
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| When I fell asleep to die
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| They covered me over
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| With hallowed earth and pride
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| Out of the frontline trench
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| When you’re crying at your hero’s grave
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| Out of the frontline trench
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| Recalling ghosts who were strong and brave
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| Get out!
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| The saber rattling above my head
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| Artillery strikes with domino effects
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| Raging over bloody battle grounds
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| Into the cradle of my hapless soul
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| Down with bibles and up with guns
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| I am the man who wore the crown of blood
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| The holy fire shows what’s underneath
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| Stripped down my mouldered skin
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| Stripped down my mouldered skin
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| They didn’t know my sacred name
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| When I fell asleep to die
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| They covered me over
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| With hallowed earth and pride
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| Out of the frontline trench
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| When you’re crying at your hero’s grave
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| Out of the frontline trench
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| Recalling ghosts who were strong and brave
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| Out of the frontline trench
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| When you’re crying at your hero’s grave
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| Out of the frontline trench
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| Recalling ghosts who were strong and brave
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| Burned down my human identity
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| Annihilated personality
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| Machine gun bullets spared no one
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| In the killing fields of no return
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| Blinded eyes don’t see the flowing tears
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| And a broken world with light gone dim
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| There was no way to find everlasting peace
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| To cross the sleeping dead between |