The bariers are falling down
Battle of the archetypes
For victory we'll shake the ground
Toward the trenches we ride
On the ashes of ideals
Surrounded stands the flag
Promise of eternal fame
For the bodies we drag
Man on man
Blood channels
Try to understand
We take no prisoners
Just a little more remains
Black shadows falling down
Just a little more strength
To bring enemy trench down
On bayonets, bloody melee
Battle is almost done
You can not save yourself
When the final goal is freedom
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