Eighteen years , my time has come
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My fatherland calls me to the patriotic service
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Coercive methods applied
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No reason is worthy , for these musclehead's flock
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Officials're screaming , youngmen're punished
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Who can be proud?
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Chorusx2
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Militia , Honour , Fascist Control!
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The arny grows up to mantain the peace
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A peace that4s built with bloody corpse piles
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Two years are wasted , with rigid discipline
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a btrainwash by the force , systematically made
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erase my thoughts
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Chorusx2
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Armygeddon
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| Poema Arcanus |
