We’re
damned after all.
Through
fortune and flame we fall.
And if you
can stay then I’ll show you the way,
to return
from the ashes you call.
We all
carry on,
When our
brothers in arms are gone,
So raise
your glass high,
For tomorrow we die,
And return
from the ashes you call.
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