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Fighting soldiers far and away
They're dying day by day.
Hatred cries rise up to the sky.
No one hears them as they die.
For what or for whom are they fighting?
This is the question mark in their thinkin'
No end of this beginning...

Bridge:
Bleeding wounds never get better.
Azrail everyday one step come closer.
Violence inside their frightning nightmare
Turns into something very severe.

Chorus:
We are the soldiers of attrition,
Awaiting our turn for mission.
Even death brings together the retribution,
Rising up to the martyrdom position.

Mister says, "No retreat, no surrender;
In the front nothing's murder!"
Handful of lands what they defend
Place where you may shoot your friend.
What is the retribution to all of these?
Paintful days to seize.
'Cos this is the mission makin' ya freeze.

Bridge

No one cares about the left behind.
A thought of support in their mind?
A woman who lost her man
Grows up her child if she can.
Parents who lost their child
Grow up the pain in their heart 'o' mild.
See the son among the mankind!

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