[Lyrics: Morgan Thorn, Geoff Thorpe]
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Fire in the hole, the wretched smell of death
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Maniac on the frontline, and napalm on your breath
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Let the bell toll...
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Tortured by the visions, the haunting of your dreams
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It seems like yesterday, can't you hear the screams?
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Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr
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Can't atone your own disgrace
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Find your own death before dishonor
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Sacrifice, your saving grace...
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But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane
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You're a prisoner of pain...
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But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane
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No way to win
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Still a prisoner of pain...
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Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr
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Can't atone your own disgrace
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Find your own death before dishonor
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Sacrifice, your saving grace...
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March Of The Damned
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| Vicious Rumors |
