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We March ourselves in front of our faith

We dance ourselves in separation

March into war again

Go into the ocean,

You March the path of creation

A swarm of arrows

driven by scorn The tyrant, The Tyrant

driven by scorn

March in search I listened as it was told

My heart in my hands

The first spring snow

the tyrant's march

You sound the drum and March to the brink

With our aim upon your chest

In the absence of friends

Victory of pain

On my black horse my new life

Armies of angels and I

The wicked March. In time

Long clocks, ticking their time

March in search I listened as it was told

My heart in my hands

The first spring snow

the tyrant's march

On my black horse my new life

Armies of angels and I

The wicked March In time

Long clocks, ticking their time

On my black horse my new life

Armies of angels and I

The wicked March In time

Long clocks, ticking their time

the tyrant's march