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Early morning they attack

Cold winds blowing on our back

I keep the riffle in my hand

This will be our final stand

We fight on these bloodfields

Our orders clear - position we must hold

We die on these bloodfields

Flesh for the machinery of war

Bullets falling down like hale

Leaving dead men on their trail

Bombs are dropping from above

Reign of fire all shall fall

We fight on these bloodfields

Our orders clear - position we must hold

We die of these bloodfields

Flesh for the machinery of war

Attack

Slaughter is over - silence now reigns

Corpses are rotting the smell of decay

Heroes and cowards share the same fate

As I gaze this madness my soul filled with hate

Early morning they attack

Cold winds blowing on our back

I keep the rifle in my hand

This will be our final stand