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Out in the field we are fallen |
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Frozen to death in the cold |
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Undeniable, we were born and so |
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Asking each other for nothing |
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Paying a horrible price |
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So dispensable is our sacrifice |
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Winter, the coming after ages |
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That marksmen screams and rages |
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The fire, the fortune, the victory has come |
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Watching the heavens blazing |
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Catching the frost on the ground (?) |
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Eat away ?, hear the waiting sound |
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Most are drumming and shaking |
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Wish they would shut and explore |
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We have come to bear this heavy load(?) |
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Winter, the coming after ages |
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That marksmen screams and rages |
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The fire, the fortune, the victory has come |
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We walk this land of rock until the end of time |
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The future once for vultures, now for deafening crowd |
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The time and time again, the heart, my never will ? |
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Till out of history the sensible must feel |
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Winter, the coming after ages |
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That marksmen screams and rages |
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The fire, the fortune, the victory of anger |
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And dying feast of nothing |
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And one by one we're passing |
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The glory of hope is not still gone |
