Of War Is At War
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He loved to ride on the rush of blood Then bullets crushed straight to his heart Down from his breast the cross fell off Right from his hands the color flaked Defeated the men and saved all his sons Destroyed their shields and burnt down their guns No, he won't serve his time anymore So he cried: "All hail the king!" And died! The armies still march in straight lines
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