By holding out baits, he keeps him on the march
then with a body of picked men he lies in wait
It’s under crimson skies hell’s horizon
Our trap will spring
Unaware of our presence they’ll be marching
Straight to their doom
We are prepared for war ready for fire
Stand by to charge
Counting down as they march into destruction
Their time has come
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Upon our chosen ground dead men marching
No sign of hope
Victory will be ours before the dawn breaks
Tonight we charge
Chaos and disorder sound of the attack
Charging down the mountain frontal assault
Guns light up the darkness mortars rip the ground
Like a force of nature shaking the field
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Victims of the ambush Stain the ground with blood
Fields of execution murderous plan
Soldiers turn to madmen in the dead of night
Fighting with a fury fiery eyes