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In a ritual of life

We´ve got to go to war

To fight and bleed

For the generation of young

It seems that every father, mother

Was born in a ritual of blood

To breathe the air

Their dying fathers exhailed

        Seems my death is your life

        And you´ll die for your child

                  It´s a  ritual of death

                  That´s how the world is made

                  The blood must never stop

                  Bleed for those to come!

I will show you the way You will see the bloody trail

The blood must never stop

You will bleed for those to come

It´s ritual of death

That´s how the world is made

We bravely endure the pain

Of death so our children ramain

Continue the circle, Lord

Thy will be done

You will bleed for your children

So they bleed some more for theirs

                Seems my death...