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Giving our blood
To the doomsday machine
Fighting for ravaged land
A worthless gain
Marching on a dead end road
A violent new disorder
Feeding off mistrust
Forgot what we were fighting for
A worthless aim
A victory stinking of despair
Dead eyes
See no future
Falling from grace
We are coming home
Battalions of hate
Seeking shelter in hell
Bloodstained memories
Will we ever be forgiven
Our twisted fate
Time will tell