Hate is a battlefield
its soldiers stand high and mighty
Lined one by one with the fire of
fiery burning in their eyes
All of them are ready for the
war to begin
The war in which relationships will be lost
And a war that holds no winners
But holds only those who are losers
Or those who had once been winners
its soldiers stand high and mighty
Lined one by one with the fire of
fiery burning in their eyes
All of them are ready for the
war to begin
The war in which relationships will be lost
And a war that holds no winners
But holds only those who are losers
Or those who had once been winners
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