One hand holds, and one hand breaks off.
Names are called out distantly.
War will leave no time for lovers.

Marches keep the tune of duty.
Time to die or fight or both and lose here.
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grieving in the distance, singing.

A battle call, a lovers song
Anthems for death’s victory
A battle call, a lover’s song
Grieving in the distance, crying.

War will leave no time for lovers.
Time to die or fight and lose here.
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grieving in the distance, singing.