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Thousands of men on every side

Guns fill the air with lead

The realms of death are open wide

The gods of war will soon be fed



Sound the charge, put the bayonets on

Scream with rage, fathers, cousins and sons

Swallow your fear, follow the flag to the end

Nothing seems real, dreams turning to sand



Thousands of men on every side

Guns fill the air with lead

The realms of death are open wide

The gods of war will soon be fed



Sound the charge, put the bayonets on



Scream with rage, fathers, cousins and sons

Swallow your fear, follow the flag to the end

Nothing seems real, dreams turning to sand



A nation ripped apart, a conflict escalating

Freedom is the call, and millions are responding

(The) war will turn today, the wind blows from the North

Years of blood and death, will soon come to an end



Gettysburg – battlefield of destiny

Gettysburg – battlefield of destiny

Gettysburg – battlefield of destiny



Gettysburg – battlefield of destiny

Gettysburg – battlefield of destiny

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