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Time

It's a time of hate

Hell on this Earth

And there's no escape

Time

Where all destinies lend

To the grim reaper's call

To the war command

Go!

Time

To show them your balls

And prove to the world

Just what you're made of

Now that the war drum calls

You'll prove to the world

Just what you're made of

Go!

See

The bodies lie

In the smoke and sands

Of a raging battlefield

You feel you're about to die

Life isn't grand

Upon the battlefield

Go!