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Listen to the darkness,
listen to the light,
hear what they're saying,
stand up and fight.

Rally the troops,
rally them all,
gather the men,
to the trumpet's call.

For it is time to shoot,
for it is time to kill,
we march to our deaths,
our sacred pill.

Charging forward,
charging through,
to our post-war graves,
if we only knew,

that our hopeless hopes, that our dreamless dreams,
would one day be drowned out,
by our final screams.

Cursing the darkness,
cursing the light,
for what they tried to tell us,
that fateful night.





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