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Life hangs by a thin thread

Just waiting for the final cut

We are moving forward pushing through

Deep in the enemy line

Our mission clear minds focused

To forthcoming assault into the heart of fire

Every men determind to bring the pain

They chose to leave not to return

Six men of war

They chose to face the flame

To burn in glory

Wicked smile on the lips of a man

When walking into the fire

Face to face with his own demise

He goes with laughter in his eyes

The scars of war are depicted in their firm faces

Deep darkness hidden in their hungry eyes

They were chosen for they have nothing to lose and no fear of death

Guns loaded we are ready to dance

just put your filth forth

There is no solice in a song of

a heavy machine gun

Ground is trembling as the six are marching on

Punishing the resistance

We are closing our end

And the hell will be unleashed

After nightfall the glimmer of dawn cuts the silence

Revealing piles of bodies which on the top there six soldiers stand

They chose to leave not to return

Six men of war

They chose to face the flame

To burn in glory

Wicked smile on the lips of a man

When walking into the fire

Face to face with his own demise

He goes with laughter in his eyes