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[Music: Kenneth Nyman] [Lyrics: Kenneth Nyman] Breaking of the silent dawn Through a field red from blood With pride, we march among the dead Maimed bodies lie buried in mud March! Driven by the smell of death Covered with blood of our enemies We will march till the very end Keeping heads as trophies March! Until death claims our souls March! Until death claims our souls Charge! From Letras Mania