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Here we are soldiers of fortune and glory Saw the earth breaking in two Wondering what could we get from this half life Will we damn the days we set in our way? Our souls of unbelievers Will call the rage of Christ Disturb survivors' sleep And the desert world will cry. Here we are walking the red and grey district Saw a man sewing his mouth. We were preached to find some comfort in waiting And the common man is able to shout. The secrets of unholy Will prevent us from praying Survivors for the glory Here where the orphans play. Our souls of unbelievers Will call the rage of Christ Disturb survivors' sleep And the entire world will cry. From Letras Mania