The end of endings has started
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The battle lines have been drawn
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And as the smoke clears we will be the ones marching on
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The gates of hell have been shaken
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Terror fills their eyes
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As we attack we lift our voices in the battle cry
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We will fight, we will be strong
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Together we're marching on
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United, we move as one
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Our finest hour has just begun
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The host of darkness before us
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Their shallow eyes filled with pain
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There's no escaping all the angels with their eternal chains
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Our final surging battallion
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The massive gates crumble in
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Our shouts of victory meet the strains of tortured screams from within
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Our Finest Hour
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| Philmore |
