| As the cannons fade and the bodies are counted
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| Another hill, another mountain
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| This pointless routine of our so-called war machine
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| Don’t dare to question why so many have died
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| These nights last forever, time is passing by
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| The sound of distant gunfire, breaks the silence of the night
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| As daytime comes and the sun starts to burn
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| The enemies coming with their backs to the sun
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| But yet they’re too far off to take them on
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| This cat and mouse game goes on and on
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| Take your positions and lay down low
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| Hold your fire until you see their eyes glow
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| Tired of waiting a comrade storms the hill
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| Too late to hold him back, as we watch him being killed
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| No more plan or strategy, tactics thrown overboard
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| Another senseless chapter in this godforsaken war
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| Going nowhere fast, how much longer can we last
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| It might be our turn when the sun sets in the west
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| Our chances of survival become smaller by the day
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| We’re ordered to keep fighting, there is no other way
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| The only way out of this never-ending hell
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| Is to storm that goddamned hill and arrange my own farewell
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| As the cannons fade
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| The bodies are counted
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| And the troops march on
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| As the cannons fade
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| The troops march on
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| The troops of doom |