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Like a shadow of my past life, the years, like grains of sand

The blood shed at the front line, the brave, their last stand

Should we fulfill the body count, to pay the butchers bill?

Could it be intention, could it be gods will?

It begins, to dawn on me, the order is a despite!

We are lost, betrayed!

Pounding guns are growing louder, we all must take the blame

A hidden metal warlord crashing down in sheets of flame

Should we fulfill the body count, to pay the butchers bill?

Could it be intention, could it be gods will?

It begins, to dawn on me, the order is a despite!

We are lost, betrayed!

I see soldiers slain, splashed to the four winds

I stagger through, agonized, expecting nothing but death

Close to me a dead body, headshot, a fallen mate

I realize, a miracle, I have escaped

It begins, to dawn on me, the order is a despite!

We are lost, betrayed!