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Marching on for all to see, pushing forward armed for victory

guided by strength we march

Beaten and broken in honor we trust

tattered and torn, memory heals. Haunted by an inescapable past

Tattered and turn, memories heal.

The illusion fades as evil yields.

Battle torn and burned turned to dust shrouded by the eyes of an evil sky.

Lurking from, the depths they wait. Closer and closer the stench of blood creeps

Closer and closer the stench of blood creeps.