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They're marching on the mountains
They scramble through the pass
People have them offered everytime
But I know we cannot match
This is our future
This is our home
By the blood in my veins
And the soil on my hands
We'll stand our ground
For miles around
This is our line
This is our line
Oskar lost Ofelia
But he was calm and he was brave
And he slaughtered in her name
Untill it took his life away
I'm but a farmers boy, no soldier should I be
But the rest of the men are bearring it and now is my time to leave.
I'm but a sheperds boy no killer could I be
But with this knive in my hand I will fight for our land and I'll die before I'll sleep
We'll stand our ground
For miles around
And our butt will stay in the streets
Stomach(?) in my chest, your pistols pointing west.
Minute man dead us, know they come agrass us,
Rail? Buffelhors together will defend us
I am but a natrix son no murderer I can be
But the day oskar arrived, we ggonna live in the name of alnerique