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For the king our army advances
In this unknown winter land
The mission: Expanding his empire
Pursuing his rule of law

And we starve from the hunger
And we freeze in the cold
The tide has turned
No way to go back
The March of Death

High above the storm clouds are forming
And birds of prey circle the sky
Dead bodies lie frozen in snow
As a monument to dreams of might
To dreams of might

In search of the glory
Is there pride
In fighting an unwinnable war?

We march on, through enemy fire
On a tundra stained with blood
Heading south in search for a haven
From this strange and terrifying world

And we starve from the hunger
And we freeze in the cold
The tide has turned
No way to go back
The March of Death

High above the storm clouds are forming
And birds of prey circle the sky
Dead bodies lie frozen in snow
As a monument to dreams of might

Knee deep in snow across the frozen plains
We wander in an aimless search for shelter and food
Falling down, cold darkness all around
At last an end to the pain

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