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Over grey ocean tides past shores of dreams and narrow sunsets |
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Above snowy rock in swift flight |
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Coming close to where the dead inhabit |
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War is nothing to run from it's in the minds and dreams of everyone |
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Can't you sense the smell is drawing near |
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And all these young men are now filled with fear |
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And they know the men who've died their senseless killings |
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Would plunge them straight towards hell |
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Nothing to give to the sacrificed nothing to sell but the warrior's farewell |
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Farewell |
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All in body picked men and so young so many lands they've come from |
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From a country strong and powerful |
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Their ships hit shorelines like a raging bull |
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They've hit the same place as the troops before |
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Bloody waters and a red stained shore |
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Then as they look cross sandy battle ground |
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The scattered bodies laying all around |
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But they know the men who've died their vicious killings |
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Would draw them straight towards hell |
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Nothing to give but a sacrifice nothing to sell but a warrior's farewell |
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Charge the enemy take back the land |
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Face to face we've got to make the stand |
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Our bloody swords and axes wielding high |
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Their spears and arrows swarm a darkened sky |
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We've got to take this fortress can't you see |
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Drive these barbaric ones from you and me |
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But all these senseless killings that we've done |
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Bloody and vicious but they've just begun |