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The Fight

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 18.09.2012

Everything is still and calm
In the dead of night
Right before for the fight
Clouds are gathering for the storm
Destiny decides who will live or die

I've been waiting for this moment
It's time for the battle
Even if I never make it
Take me home
I might never get my story
Carved in stone
But I will rise again
The fight is to the end

Pounding of the drums of war
Turns your tears to mud
Rivers turns to blood

If you live to see another day
Take another breathe
Make it life or death

I've been waiting for this moment
It's time for the battle
Even if I never make it
Take me home
I might never get my story
Carved in stone
But I will rise again
The fight is to the end

Give me strength to carry on
'till my life is done

Everybody wants the glory
But you better remember
The fight is to the end
The fight is to the end


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