Soldier
im the first to go
the last to leave
ill bring death to
the place your about
to be cause im a one of
a kind killing machine
bring a grin to my chin
when you come to me
the shadow of death is the
one i cast with the need to
bleed another river of blood
running under my feet
lord make me dead before
you make me old
forged in a fire lit long ago
stand next to me you wont
stand alone
i bask in the glow of the
rising war lay waste to the enemy
shore
aim with the hand
shoot with the mind
kill with a heart like artic ice
i am a soldier and im marching on
i am a fighting warrior and this is my fighting song
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