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Sorrow, the trembling sorrow |
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Let me sing the goodbye music |
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All the skeletons are burnt to ashes |
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The dying bodies go back into the earth |
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The gods of death will line up now |
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On the field they are marching |
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They are covered in blackness |
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But each one will burn bright red! |
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Sorrow this living sorrow |
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Throw it away and make a beginning |
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All the color will go into the earth |
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Float away you proud living soldiers |
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The gods of death will line up now |
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On the field they are marching |
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They are covered in blackness |
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But each one will burn bright red! |
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To dying men, to all of their good women |
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To dying girls, to all of thier boyfriends |
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To dying men, to all of their women |
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To all our loved ones peace we will protect |
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What will they have to commit to |
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How much will they leave behind |
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I pray, pray to bring you a new day |
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Interlude |
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Sorrow, the painful sorrow |
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Nothing left, except this sadness |
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We destroy these nameless soldiers |
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We survive by spilling our blood |
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The gods of death are arriving |
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On the wings of a windstorm |
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There's no way to resist them |
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No place for anyone to run |
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To dying men, to all of their good women |
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To dying girls, to all of thier boyfriends |
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To dying men, to all of their women |
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To all our loved ones peace we will protect |
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(one more time) |
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To fighting men, to women at home waiting |
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To fighting girls, to all the boys that they love |
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To dying men, to all of their women |
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To all our loved ones peace we will protect |
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What will they have to commit to |
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How much will they leave behind |
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I pray, pray to bring you a new day |
