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Magic land so far away - was It worth the voyage in these days? The lives of soldiers thrown away In medieval claims to yesterday... Off the starboard bow In the heat of the night We visualize Apocalypse in the fire fight, The parliament says "it's necessary" But Birmingham calls you home The neighborhood, the family, the Mind begins to roam. Ocean currents flowing Taking vessels to a war Whether right or wrong it's a moot point As we hit the shore A former king's residence In the district of the North The crown of England is risking All for sovereignty at Stanley Port. The Mission. The Mission. Don't Forget The Mission. But there's no way out I don't want to stand here and fight anymore Please - couldn't we find a better way, I just saw somebody die. Waving the flag as he fell to the ground - While the locals rejoiced in liberation. So take those ice cold islands back - Almighty From Letras Mania