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I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. This is where it gets me, On my feet, the enemy ahead of me. If this is the end of me, At least I have a friend with me. Weapon in my head, In command of my men with me.
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.
This is where it gets me,
On my feet, the enemy ahead of me.
If this is the end of me,
At least I have a friend with me.
Weapon in my head,
In command of my men with me.