He's ruled them for 20 years And ravaged as their king Conquest burns in his eyes And ice shoots through his veins Their leader's new ambition lies Farther
A desperate situation Forced to retaliation The task ahead a burden Men will suffer, that's for certain We'll charge into the fire The cause, we must
A warrior down to the depths of my soul I terrorize evil that's out of control On land, in the air, at sea On danger, I feed My warpaint, the last thing
Union Center Before the Infantry can launch their grand assault The Yankees are returning fire (The Earth shakes violently) In Washington D.C. Lincoln Feels the earth
Emptiness, consuming me Head in hands, I can hardly speak Looking for solitude Lost in humanity True knowledge leads to suffering A constant quest, an
you May the good Lord strike me dead The union flank's in trouble To the round top on the double A bad decision, insubordination Exposed our line in a dangerous way The burden
The son of a major Prussian nobleman His name bestowed by a holy Roman The war broke out, and looked to the air Twenty-four hours of training he was there
Destiny spawned us, it's the reckoning This time it's our blood, don't tread on me Revenge is not justice, it's the reckoning This time it's our blood
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In July 1863 A nation torn in tragedy A trick of fate, two great armies merge Gods of war at Gettysburg Devastation lies ahead Fifty thousand bodies
Close your eyes and imagine, the soldier at valley forge The suffering that he endured was real Starvation, total war, yet in has eyes the iron will to
Usher in the rally cries Revolution's here again The emperor's bonds are broken And free he shall remain Escape though narrow, was demand While his reign
Another day, just like any other Out of the blue, it turned to horror How could they? Why would they? The innocents suffered hell's inferno An senseless
: A desperate situation Forced to retaliation The task ahead a burden Men will suffer, that's for certain We'll charge into the fire The cause,
: Destiny spawned us, it's the reckoning This time it's our blood, don't tread on me Revenge is not justice, it's the reckoning This time it's our blood
: He's ruled them for twenty years And ravaged as their king Conquest burns in his eyes And ice shoots through his veins Their leader's new ambition
: The son of a major, Prussian nobleman His name bestowed by a holy Roman The war broke out, and looked to the air 24 hours of training, he was there
: A warrior down to the depths of my soul I terrorize evil thats out of control. On land, in the air, at sea On danger I feed My warpaint, the last
