| Early in the morning, our border is crossed
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| Our mission is to observe, the enemy at any cost
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| Giving information, to the fort Battice
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| Only five men in here, make the guns never miss
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| They are fighting men, they’re defending our land
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| There’s no sound, there’s no sign
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| The last ones left behind
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| Hope is lost, we will find
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| Heaven and hell will be mine
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| MN29
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| Enclosed in our bunker, xplosions, poisoned air
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| One wounded comrad who died in despair
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| After seven days of hell, the final assault
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| Hollow charge, down the stairs, ripped open our vault
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| Under the giant cross, they gave their lives for us
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| There’s no sound, there’s no sign
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| The last ones left behind
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| Hope is lost, we will find
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| Heaven and hell will be mine
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| MN29
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| 7 days of fighting adjusting the shots of the fort to the enemy lines
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| Down in the dark they were waiting for the end of their lives
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| They are the heroes, they were the brave
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| Will we remember, forever, their names!
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| Under the giant cross, they gave their lives for us
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| There’s no sound, there’s no sign
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| The last ones left behind
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| Hope is lost, we will find
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| Heaven and hell will be mine
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| MN29 |