The roar of guns echoing all over this bloodstained valley.
. . . screams rising in the heat.
Warriors on mighty black horses comes riding through the battlefield.
Spitfire opened, no time to think, the troopers friend is now his shield.

It is war / the war is here and you are in it.
It is war / you may lose or you may win.

The eyes are glowing on the enemy, ready kill burn and destroy.
Go forward all their deeds done with joy.
Warriors on mighty black horses comes riding through the battlefield.
Spitfire opened, no time to think, the troopers friend is now his shield.

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