Letra de Battle of the Living Dead
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Battle of the Living Dead
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The morning has come with the dawn of the sun
And the masses arise to the day
They meet their despair in pointless travail
Lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage
For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give
Of treasure and gluttonous pride
To Self they bow down, they worship their crown
Alive in the eyes of the world, but Death lives inside
Arise, my friends, arise!
The sword is the spirit of life
Awaken your souls, that you may never die!
In the Battle of the Living Dead
And the masses arise to the day
They meet their despair in pointless travail
Lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage
For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give
Of treasure and gluttonous pride
To Self they bow down, they worship their crown
Alive in the eyes of the world, but Death lives inside
Arise, my friends, arise!
The sword is the spirit of life
Awaken your souls, that you may never die!
In the Battle of the Living Dead
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