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As the edge of midnight falls |
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The warrior stands alone |
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Visions of the fighting past |
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A thousands tales are told |
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Immortal |
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Let the battles of street life begin |
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Don some leathers and chains |
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They live their life |
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And they feel their own pain |
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The times that is chilling their bones |
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And they can't get away |
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Alone in the cold |
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Watching night turn into day |
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Armed to attack |
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The soldiers react |
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Kill or be killed |
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Is the life they live |
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Warriors, Warriors |
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Warriors of the world |
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Warriors, Warriors |
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Warriors of the world |
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On the streets they are roaming the night |
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Out to claim their domain |
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One more Pointless battle |
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With nothing to gain |
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And life is a hell for them |
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Living with the shadows of death |
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Scratching and clawing |
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Till no souls are left |
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Armed to attack |
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The soldiers react |
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Kill or be killed |
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Is the life they live |
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Warriors, Warriors |
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Warriors of the world |
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Warriors, Warriors |
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Warriors of the world |
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They call the streets of hell their home |
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They're not alone |
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A thousands tales are told |
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The streets of hell their home |
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Warriors, Warriors |
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Warriors of the world |
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Warriors, Warriors |
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Warriors of the world |
