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I know that they will bleed in hell |
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But where is justice in this unjust world? |
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Where is the truth we died for? |
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You feed the lie they fight for |
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Silence and screams are the end of my song |
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There is no threat to scare us |
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Our tunes and words remain |
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As songs of rage to carry our names |
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Although your hangmen may be dead by now |
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There is no share of this blame |
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No cheap excuses we accept |
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Make no mistake about it |
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Our songs and words remain |
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As storms of rage to carry our names |
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We'll make you bleed for this |
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There is no share of this blame |
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Our wives and mothers, |
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So many years they hoped in vain |
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Nothing will be buried in oblivion |
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You saw no anguish in our eyes |
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This terror did not brake our will |
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Remember our names! |
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Silence and screams are the end of my song |
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There is no threat to scare us |
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Our songs and words remain |
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As storms of rage to carry our names |
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We'll make you bleed for this |
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You will share this blame |
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Nothing will be buried in oblivion |
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You saw no anguish in our eyes |
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Nothing will be buried in oblivion |
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You shall remember our names |
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We may be buried in forgotten grounds, |
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But the heartbeats of our loved ones |
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Will be the drums to break your sleep |
