Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve.
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A nation that stands alone.
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Cold voices, faces pale,
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gathered unto their judgement day.
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Such pride remains unbroken.
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Such words remain unspoken.
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Just mothers to stand in vain and cry.
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Tears and medals in the rain.
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Shall I recall when justice did prevail?
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No reason to be found why reason did fail.
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The all clear resounding.
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The way was clear to rebuild this land.
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Shall I call on you to guide me well,
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to see our hopes and dreams fulfilled?
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On this day of our ascension.
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Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for.
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For our spirit and laws and ways.
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Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
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For heaven or hell we shall not wait.
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Shall I think of honour as lies
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or lament it's aged slow demise?
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Shall I stand as a total stranger
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on this day in this stone chamber?
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The all clear resounding.
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The way was clear to rebuild this land.
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Shall I call on you to guide me well.
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To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled.
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On this day of our ascension,
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on this day we praise the fallen.
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Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for.
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For our spirit and laws and ways.
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Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
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For heaven or hell we shall not wait.
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Shall I think of honour as lies
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or lament it's aged slow demise?
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Shall I stand as a total stranger
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on this day in this stone chamber?
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Honour 2003
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VNV Nation |