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Verse 1
A fresh tomorrow, sands lost in time.
No place for sorrow, yet still we pine.
A maid of Iron, walks along the shore.
Alone and crying, this is the time, War!

Chorus
Now they hold us, like a cherished prize.
We can't fight it, we can't win.
We got to struggle just to survive.
Coz they'd do anything and there'd be no distant sign.
Well there'd be no bugle call.

Just a Funeral Pyre.

Verse 2
Marked out in vengence , we stand here lost.
We made no enemies, yet paid the cost.
No where for hiding, just time to wait.
They'll come, they'll destroy and then they'll seal our fate!

Chorus
Now they hold us, like a cherished prize.
We can't fight it, we can't win.
We got to struggle just to survive.
Coz they'd do anything and there'd be no distant sign.
There'd be no bugle call.

Just a Funeral Pyre.
Just a Funeral Pyre.

Chorus B
Coz they'd do anything and there'd be no distant sign.
There'd be no bugle call.
Just a Funeral Pyre.

Verse 2a
No place for sorrow, yet still we pine.
We've lost at every cost, ran out of time.

Chorus
Now they hold us, like a cherished prize.
We can't fight it, we can't win.
We got to struggle just to survive.
Coz they'd do anything and there'd be no distant sign.
There'd be no bugle call.

Just a Funeral Pyre.
Just a Funeral Pyre.

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