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We will falter, they will **** upon the altar, blood will spill The blade will fall, and heads will roll One and all, will sell their souls Drop your knives, close your eyes, kiss your lives of peace, goodbye. Fires falling, buglers calling, I wish we had more time.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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We will falter, they will **** upon the altar, blood will spill The blade will fall, and heads will roll One and all, will sell their souls Drop your knives, close your eyes, kiss your lives of peace, goodbye. Fires falling, buglers calling, I wish we had more time.
Glory.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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