When a man must walk the devil's road
Churning up the Earth Below
He is bound to brothers built by nations
With no pride to call his own
Woah, the trouble get so loud
When all of hell tried to drag you down
Woah, the wounded warrior
On this battleground
Who is he to think of his survival
When a man must kill his home
Standing naked in the breast of cannons
Where companions are alone
Woah, the trouble gets so loud, gets so loud
Woah, the wounded warrior, warrior
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