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Death's rain falls upon us I see the times' arrival at hand |
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In rows aligned we march now drawn from these careful plans |
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Starved in this militia we hunger now for the fight |
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End this painful awaiting our gallant fate arrives tonight |
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Now here it comes the force we seek it breaks the dark with laser streak |
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We break down tremendous heat I count the ranks too far to see |
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We grip the iron close at hand they rip our armour to useless strands |
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We see the dead scattered in their tribes |
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We feel their souls soar towards the sky |
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[Chorus:] |
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Iron fists it's terror twists you've yet to feel it's gleam insist |
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So join the lines to keep in time it's iron wields from armoured wrists |
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You're drawing near you must compare the clash of fighting iron fists |
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The coupled forces gain a step ahead |
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But then fall back from which the ground they tread |
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Throw down their weapons make for the flee |
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Break from this havoc is their final plea |
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[Chorus] |
