Take my hand, as we walk through the firestorm In this maelstrom of death, a young soldier’s breath chokes away Faithful, as he watches the towers fall Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori
Once men and kings fought and died side-by- side Their destinies ruled by the swords in their hands
A king, a song, a fire long gone Cowards take flight; watch as their kingdoms burn Forsaking their oaths, taken by promises of power and gold By a tyrant’s command, they march and they fall
Monuments burn down to ashes and rust Dreams left in ruins, our hopes turn to dust
Dying men cry to Heaven Fire swallows the sun Leave the dead as vultures circle Soon the order will come, to
March! March! March! Bow your head and...
March! March! March! Leave the dead and...
March; the doomed have no choice But to carry the burden of history Lost; the dead have no voice Only ruins left burning as the…
Night comes down Heavy the hammer that shatters the crown
Dying men cry to Heaven Fire swallows the sun Leave the dead as vultures circle Soon the order will come
How can faith but falter ‘Neath machines in the sky? Shadows of men, now wait in silence For the order to die
Where angels fear to tread, we...
March! March! March! Bow your head and...
March! March! March! Leave the dead and...
March! March! March! Bow your head and...
March! March! March! Leave the dead and...
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