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Rise |
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Rise |
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Don't write your epitaph until the body dies |
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Hate fuels the strength within you |
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Therein your will resides to crush all |
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To crush all the ones who've wronged you |
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Spit back in their face |
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(Back in their face) |
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Fight for your God-given life |
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Lay to waste |
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(Lay to waste) |
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Destroy what conspires against you |
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Nobody knows, not one |
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The pain... |
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The pain you have overcome |
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Don't lose your fight, |
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Too many good soldiers have died |
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Carry the Hessian blade of malice and hatred |
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We rise war from the Hessian blade |
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From ashes, the phoenix takes flight |
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No fear to breed in the eyes of brothers, dead sons make godless mothers |
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This war, we answer the call |
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Nobody knows, not one |
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The pain |
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(The Pain) |
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The pain you have overcome |
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Don't lose your fight |
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Too many good soldiers have died |
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Born to a brutal world |
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Its your convictions that define you |
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Decides who |
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Separates the fools from the cowards |
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Carry the Hessian blade |
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This is who you are, and no one can define you |
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Nobody knows, not one. |
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The pain |
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(The Pain) |
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The pain you have overcome |
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(Overcome) |
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Don't lose your fight |
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Too many good soldiers have died |
