The tribes gather at the midst of dawn
Settling over where the line is drawn
Fear in their eyes they gaze through the mist
To a field where reason has ceased to exist
With blank staring eyes they march ahead
Not really knowing that they're already dead

When heart dies and soul is torn
Sown are the seeds of doom
When minds astray and fills with hate
Sown are the seeds of doom

The ancient laws of l___ and greed
For the glory of ancestral need
Lines drawn by ignorant hand
Not knowing what they demand
A price too high for a man to pay
Is to know that today's the day

Here we let loose the legions
Here we draw the blade
Marched the paths of glory
Towards our death so vain

Here we let loose the legions
Here we drew the blade
We threw our lives away
And only silence remained

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