ARMY An army is marching at the soldiers, an army is marching at the city. Maybe the queens are looking for a closure, but they ain't getting it here. An army of defeated warriors, who don't want to fight no more, against an army of warriors, who don't know what they're fighting for. At the battlefield they meet and sing their last tragic song. The death's wings they greet, their lives have been sold. War is no sacrifice, it's a deadly road. Of cats and mice, the stork ate the toad. No one there to save you, no one to guide your steps. No one tells you what to do, no one gives a damn. Tragedy as comedy for someone else. Nothing to say, the war is lost. Castles are just buildings for their selves. A bloody price is hell of a cost. Alea iacta est, the death is crawlin'. The die is cast, the pillars have fallen. Mortem ante portas, death is at the gates. And the soldiers oughta die at these rates. In this war for someone else, they just loose their own. And who could look at this and say, "This war we've won."?
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