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I see smoke caressing the horizon

While friends and enemies are dying

I guess people call this a glorious war

Calling us brave, kissing our bloody hands

[Break]

Ride of death and his memory of pain

Pounding, beating, breathing, puls-ating

. . .

The end of defeat began with vic-tory

This war can never be won, it's defeated

I see smoke caressing the horizon

While friends and enemies are dying

I guess people call this a glorious war

Calling us brave, kissing our bloody hands

Ride of death and his memory of pain

Pounding, beating, breathing, puls-ating

This war can never be won, it's defeated

For our loved ones - For those that we hate

… And for those we can't remember or place

The glorious war of wars - Defeat, war of defeat

… Where noone can win