Marching on on to the frontlines
a hacking and a slashing gotta
keep on fighting can't afford to
die tonight
Assail on them drive them back I
command thee I command thee
this is what we fight for.
Genocide!
Scream for the atomic bomb
reach for the bloody yari
Crimson battlefield
Torpid forms lying on the ground
will I wake up from the scene all
around?
Marching on marching on to the
frontlines down with the enemy
put the trepidation away
gotta gotta gotta keep on
fighting for a new day
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