The Cry of War

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Gary Dranow

Gary Dranow (born March 10, 1954) is an American former professional skier turned singer who competed in National Standard Race from 1987 to 2010. He was ranked number one in his age group nationally and in the top twenty men overall in NASTAR from the 2005 to 2010 seasons. He became a USSA-certified professional ski coach in 2004. more »

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In the shadow of the iron fist, under deceit's darkened veil,
The false prophet roused up his pawns, set out on a sinister sail.
A hundred thousand hearts of gold, into the fires they were cast,
Born of mothers and of fathers, shattered peaceful echoes of their past.

In the face of domination, rose the phoenix of the free,
Fearless spirits never breaking, on and all bound by unity.

Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's plight
Every tear that was shed, not a drop of blood in vain,
Echoes in the war cry, beneath freezing snow n' rain.

Six moons passed and the despot's hand... grew weak and his soldiers afraid
Turned to raining iron from the skies, to even odds of this deadly game.
Innocent lives shattered left and right,   dreams lost amidst their feeble fight,
Amidst the ruins of their world around, refused to yield from the tyrant's sound.

In the face of domination, rose the phoenix of the free,
Fearless spirits never breaking, on and all bound by unity.

Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's plight
Every tear that was shed, not a drop of blood in vain,
Echoes in the war cry, beneath freezing snow n' rain.

Spec-ter of de-struct-ion, new dawn begins to rise,
With borrowed wings they took, flight, cutting the fo-o-dder down to size.
Returnin' to a province once lost, back in the clutches of the kin,
As they rose from the ashes and pyre, a new chapter begins.

From within the heart of darkness, blinding is the light of revolt,
The tyrant's reign was finally ended, a new era born to revere.
Now, united in freedom, they can now stand side by side,
In the face of the ragin' storm, no longer do they need to hide.

Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's plight
Every tear that was shed, not a drop of blood in vain,
Echoes in the war cry, beneath freezing snow n' rain.

Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's

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