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Raise your fist your fist held high

With bayonet prepare to die

March the batallian get ready to shoot all that move

A show of strength via lead the way they all assume

The selfish indulgance the quest for blood the twisted smiles

There is nothing left to say, we fight we kill, we'll never learn

As all tredge on and crawl for miles the war of one

We just look away while everyone suffers from the burns