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Called by the power of the storm

We are summoned to arms

Into the depths of hell

We're marching off to war

And I know this is my choice

And I'm never coming home

I don't know what I'm fighting for

I don't know where I will go



This is not the answer

No good can ever come of this

And will this ever end?

Will it ever fucking end?



Now, a new beginning

Under the desert sun

Only the dead see the end of war



Bombs and fire light the sky

My friends and brothers fall

The smell of flesh ignites the air

Is there no hope for us all?

And if I make it through the night

I will never come back again

And if I make it out alive

I promise you this is the end



At my command, unleash hell



Thunder in my soul

Lightning rips the sky

All young men must go

All young men must die



So I sing this swansong for you

My final words, my final words alive

I'll never hear your tender voice again

I'll never have a chance to kiss you goodbye



Death is knocking at my door

A black cloud fills my lungs

Though shrapnel clogs my heart

The fighting must go on

...The fighting must go on



Now, a new beginning

Under the desert sun

Only the dead see the end of war



So I sing this swansong for you

My final words, my final words alive

I'll never hear your tender voice again

I'll never have a chance to kiss you goodbye