| Help me now, I stand alone
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| Forsaken without of faith
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| An unmarked grave awaits
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| I am growing weak
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| I cannot find the strength to carry on
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| I just wish I could lay down for a wile
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| I was born to fight and I fight to stay alive
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| Out of blood and dust a new man will arise
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| I pay the price
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| Brothers in arms we are born without fear
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| Beyond the life lay eternity
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| When night turns to day, the darkness will fall
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| We live under the spell of the call
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| We are slaves in a holy war
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| As the day goes by
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| I think of home and life I left behind
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| I close my eyes and I’m there, inside my mind
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| But my faith is sealed; |
| it needs me to stay strong
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| On the battle field that’s where I belong
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| So hear my cry
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| Brothers in arms we are born without fear
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| Beyond the life lay eternity
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| When night turns to day, the darkness will fall
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| We live under the spell of the call
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| We are slaves in a holy war
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| Women and children they run for their lives
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| Men called to arms they are ready to die
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| Charging with hammers held high
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| We ride in like a storm from the sky
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| Brothers in arms we are born without fear
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| Beyond the life lay eternity
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| When night turns to day, the darkness will fall
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| We live under the spell of the call
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| We are slaves in a holy war |