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Oh, we stand behind you with fortitude |
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We stand behind you in the midst of danger; you will sigh and weep |
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Oh, we have not vanished in the ending storm |
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We have not lost our saviour in the nightly fire raging storms |
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Now... we're giving you the death blow |
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Be wishing for the death row |
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My sorely-tested people |
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Now... we're standing on a knife's edge |
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Ready to give the final pledge |
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Much deeper and more profound |
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Oh, we are facing our own decay |
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We shall all face the force of hate and speed along the inner rot |
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Oh, we shall not waver nor shall we fail |
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We shall not fail under the pain we bear, defending our lands |
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Now... we're giving you the death blow |
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Be wishing for the death row |
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My sorely-tested people |
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Now... we're standing on a knife's edge |
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Ready to give the final pledge |
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Much deeper and more profound |
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Oh, my star is famished, threatening to crash |
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My star will never shine again; it's covered by dark clouds of rout |
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Oh, our fiend is forceful, breaking our will |
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Our fiend is fighting, burying all the hopes to live and die in peace |
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Oh, please take me back |
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To my chambers of darkness |
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Now... we're giving you the death blow |
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Be wishing for the death row |
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My sorely-tested people |
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Now... we're standing on a knife's edge |
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Ready to give the final pledge |
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Much deeper and more profound |
