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RIP

Он был хороши другом, но армия забрала его жизнь

Standing here
I realize
You are just like me
Trying to make history
But who's to judge
The right from wrong?
When our guard is down
I think we'll both agree
That violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this way

I've carved my own path
You followed your wrath
But maybe we're both the same
The world has turned
And so many have burned
But nobody is to blame
Yet staring across this barren wasted land
I feel new life will be born
Beneath the blood stained sand
Beneath the blood stained sand

MEMORIES BROKEN, THE TRUTH GOES UNSPOKEN
I'VE EVEN FORGOTTEN MY NAME
I DON'T KNOW THE SEASON OR WHAT IS THE REASON
I'M STANDING HERE HOLDING MY BLADE
A DESOLATE PLACE (PLACE)
WITHOUT ANY TRACE (TRACE)
IT'S ONLY THE COLD WIND I FEEL
IT'S ME THAT I SPITE AS I STAND UP AND FIGHT
THE ONLY THING I KNOW FOR REAL
THERE WILL BE BLOOD (BLOOD) SHED (SHED)
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR NODS HIS HEAD
THE ONLY ONE (ONE) LEFT (LEFT)
WILL RIDE UPON THE DRAGON'S BACK
BECAUSE THE MOUNTAINS DON'T GIVE BACK WHAT THEY TAKE
OH NO, THERE WILL BE BLOOD (BLOOD) SHED (SHED)
IT'S THE ONLY THING I'VE EVER KNOWN
LOSING MY IDENTITY
WONDERING, "HAVE I GONE INSANE?"
TO FIND THE TRUTH IN FRONT OF ME I MUST CLIMB THIS MOUNTAIN RANGE
LOOKING DOWNWARD FROM THIS DEADLY HEIGHT AND NEVER REALIZING WHY I FIGHT

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