| Stand and fight, we do consider
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| Reminded of an inner pact between us, that’s seen as we go
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| And ride there, in motion
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| To fields in debts of honour, defending
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| Stand the marchers soaring talons
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| Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom, fighting we know
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| Destroy oppression, the point to reaction
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| As leaders look to you, attacking
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| Choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor
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| Kill or be killing, faster sins correct the flow
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| Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force
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| To alter via the war that’s seen, as friction spans the spirits wrath ascending
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| to redeem
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| Wars that shout in screams of anguish
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| Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver, surely we know
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| In glory we rise to offer
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| Create our freedom, a word we utter
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| A word
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| Words cause our banner, victorious our day
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| Will silence be promised as violence displays
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| The curse increased, we fight the power and live by it by day
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| Our gods awake in thunderous roars and guide the Leader’s hand in paths of
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| glory to the cause
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| Listen, should we fight forever
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| Knowing as we do know, fear destroys
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| Listen, should we leave our children
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| Listen, our lives stare in silence
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| Help us now
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| Listen, your friends have been broken
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| They tell us of your poison, now we know
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| Kill them, give them as they give us
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| Slay them, burn their children’s laughter
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| On to hell
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| The fist will run, grasp metal to gun
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| The spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum
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| Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn
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| The pen won’t stay the demon’s wings
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| The hour approaches, pounding out the Devil’s sermon
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| Soon, oh soon the light
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| Pass within and soothe this endless night
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| And wait here for you
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| Our reason to be here
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| Soon, oh soon the time
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| All we move to gain will reach and calm
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| Our heart is open
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| Our reason to be here
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| Long ago, set into rhyme
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| Soon, oh soon the light
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| Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
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| The sun will lead us
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| Our reason to be here
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| Soon, oh soon the light
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| Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
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| The sun will lead us
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| Our reason to be here |