The life of a comrade lost
At the hands of nefarious souls
Give him more energy
So he can return
Exact the deed on them
Only ten times as bad
More weapons to the fallen
Silver rifles and silver daggers
The life was not wasted
he was meant for this day
The day he turned on them
the men he once called "friends"
He'll leave them down
Not a angel in the sky exists
Never believed before
but now he prays for life
He has grown from himself
no longer the little weapon
He exceeded his murderous past
and now he takes death to the mass
Died he did in that mustard gas
At the hands of nefarious souls
Give him more energy
So he can return
Exact the deed on them
Only ten times as bad
More weapons to the fallen
Silver rifles and silver daggers
The life was not wasted
he was meant for this day
The day he turned on them
the men he once called "friends"
He'll leave them down
Not a angel in the sky exists
Never believed before
but now he prays for life
He has grown from himself
no longer the little weapon
He exceeded his murderous past
and now he takes death to the mass
Died he did in that mustard gas
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