Sacred Rite - 1812: The Battle

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Oh, tell all the boys

The battle calls us tonight

Oh, with fear in their eyes

Their leaders have poisoned their sight



With guns in their hands, and swords at their sides

They kill with such utter delight

Night has fallen, and blood has spilled

The battle, it calls us tonight



Oh, children are dying

Your dreams and their dreams are gone

Oh, with fear in their eyes

The leaders have poisoned the pawn









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