I have heard the masses scream As blood hits the sand Honor and glory thrust upon us With death in our hands I have heard the masses scream As blood hits the sand Honor and glory thrust upon us With death in our hands This is a life built by broken men An empire of greed forged upon these sands This is a game created to survive An age of tyrants built on broken lives And as we walk into this arena We will walk tall with out heads held high We will march to our futures And find ourselves once more And even if we fall It will not be with heads hung low For on this day We will see the blood of many And in that blood we will find ourselves once more I have heard the masses scream As blood hits the sand Honor and glory thrust upon us With death in our hands I have heard the masses scream As blood hits the sand Honor and glory thrust upon us With death in our hands And as we walk into this arena We will walk tall with out heads held high We will march to our futures And find ourselves once more And even if we fall It will not be with heads hung low For on this day We will see the blood of many And in that blood we will find ourselves once more I have heard the masses scream As blood hits the sand Honor and glory thrust upon us With death in our hands I have heard the masses scream As blood hits the sand Honor and glory thrust upon us With death in our hands
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