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At last the wounds have healed |
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But the scars forever show |
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Flashbacks of eastern lines |
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Point and fire |
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I am the enemy |
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All that remains |
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Of a barren world |
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With your dying breath |
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Fear our return |
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The thoughts race through my mind |
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Will I live or die? |
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Screaming Russia |
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We hear your call |
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Wall of soldiers lay |
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The snow becomes their graves |
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We carry on |
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Like rabid dogs of death |
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Tracking blood through the snow |
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Piercing thoughts now so clear |
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Place the blame |
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You are the enemy |
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Winters cold will feast on your heart |
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As the bullets are aiming to rip you apart |
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We take command and fight for our lives |
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Like a bunch of ****ing dogs |
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Who turn on their masters |
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Winters cold will feast on your heart |
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As the bullets are burning and tearing apart |
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We take command and fight for our lives |
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We are the ****ing dogs |
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Who turned on our masters! |
