| Marching our way through the ruins
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| Not a soul, no enemy yet in sight
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| No majestic wonders left to see
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| No proof at all of symbols of holy light
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| No sign of life
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| Another day in this scorched hell
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| Looks just the same as the previous one
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| Full of nothingness and in total vain
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| All life as we know it, seems to be gone
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| No sign of life
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| In the land of the Canaanites
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| No sign of life
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| In the land of the Canaanites
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| Countless miles ahead
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| It is the land of the dead
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| Our battalions stand tall, proudly raising the Hammer
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| Marching together south and then south again
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| Struggle for food and for water
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| Thor of might, when does this ever end?
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| No sign of life
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| In the land of the Canaanites
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| No sign of life
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| In the land of the Canaanites
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| Countless miles ahead
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| It is the land of the dead
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| Behold, this land of Canaan
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| So barren and dead
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| We must endure, we must prevail
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| Our mission lies ahead
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| Victory or death
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| The land of the dead |