| Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
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| Where innocence is burned, in flames
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| A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
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| I'm frozen to the bones, I am
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| A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
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| I'm riding up the heights, of shame
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| I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
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| I'm ready for the fight, and fate
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| The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
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| The thunder of the drums, dictates
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| The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
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| The rising of the horns, ahead
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| From the dawn of time to the end of days
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| I will have to run, away
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| I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
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| Of the blood on my lips, again
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| This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands
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| I'm frozen to the bones, I am
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| A million miles from home, I'm walking away
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| I can't remind your eyes, your face |