| CHORUS
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| Axes leaves fresh wounds
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| Rips my bones apart
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| Leaving my life with agony
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| And I hope soon to die in battle
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| Many years has passed
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| Leaving scars in my flesh
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| This old body been through
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| Through much pain in life
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| A life full of struggles
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| And victories far away at sea
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| I’ve been stabbed with knives
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| I’ve been cut by swords
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| CHORUS
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| We do, what expected of us
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| We do, what we grow up to do
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| We do, what we can do
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| We do, what we’re meant to do
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| Many scars will heal
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| And the history will reveal
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| That warrios will prevail
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| In their lethal way to sail
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| A wish most of us have
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| Warriors like us carries
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| A burden gets heavier
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| After every encounter with war
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| We use or bodies as weapons of war |