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The battle rages far below
Of brave men failing you must know The lines of bodies lies forever deep But the drums remind us of the promise we must keep Listening you hear the woes and cries Grown men with rivers flowing from their eyes Come my child the end is near Heaven's voice is singing through my ear But us fighting is a needed must For freedom's sake we make our final thrust Through wall and earth we find our way Ich ergebe mich! we hear them say Many lost and many dead So you can sweetly rest your head Just remember us and when you sleep Ignore the odds and take that leap
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