Silent, grimly faced we march them down
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Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide
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This city, this land, a promise we have to claim
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Stretched for miles through barren land to conquer Jericho
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Loose your voice and split the sky
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Draw your swords, the hour is nigh
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We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
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Loose your voice and split the sky
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Draw your swords, the hour is nigh
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We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
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We march our war, clothed in dust and fear we ride
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Host of the Lord about us on our every side
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The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim
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We sing as one the trumpets sound your walls of dust
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Now meet the ground
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Loose your voice and split the sky
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Draw your swords, the hour is nigh
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We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
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Loose your voice and split the sky
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Draw your swords, the hour is nigh
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We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
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Loose your voice and split the sky
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Draw your swords, the hour is nigh
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We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
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Epic: A Chorus Of Obliteration
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The Showdown |