Song parody of
The End of War
by Against the Storm
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Set sail to sea (hostile lands we'll surely meet)
Cast out to fight
In the light of day or cold dark night
Here and now it's them or I
I draw my card, who is to die?
Lost to the burning sands
These holy tainted lands
War-born war-born
Only the dead have seen the End of War
A vow to freedom
For those oppressed by the chains of moral treason
But not all choose liberty
For they're enslaved within their own exploited naivety
My boots plunge to the ground
Though it seems they make no sound
Many souls before us once invaded these ancient hills
Here and now it's them or I
I draw my card, who is to die?
Lost to the burning sands
These eternally blood-stained lands
A nation reduced to a war-zone
A vicious cycle never overthrown
War-born war-born
Only the dead have seen the End of War
Lost to the burning sands
These desolate godforsaken lands
Strangers thrashing flesh and bone
A vicious cycle never overthrown
War-born war-born
Only the dead have seen the End of War
Set sail to sea (hostile lands we'll surely meet)
Cast out to fight
In the light of day or cold dark night
Here and now it's them or I
I draw my card, who is to die?
Lost to the burning sands
These holy tainted lands
War-born war-born
Only the dead have seen the End of War
A vow to freedom
For those oppressed by the chains of moral treason
But not all choose liberty
For they're enslaved within their own exploited naivety
My boots plunge to the ground
Though it seems they make no sound
Many souls before us once invaded these ancient hills
Here and now it's them or I
I draw my card, who is to die?
Lost to the burning sands
These eternally blood-stained lands
A nation reduced to a war-zone
A vicious cycle never overthrown
War-born war-born
Only the dead have seen the End of War
Lost to the burning sands
These desolate godforsaken lands
Strangers thrashing flesh and bone
A vicious cycle never overthrown
War-born war-born
Only the dead have seen the End of War
