Seems unnecessary to dream
If everything's predestiny
Drown us at sea
For our crimes of blasphemy
And the price has been marked on our skin
Riding pale horses against the wind
Hold your breath, make amends
Stand up, fight until the end
This means war
And our clothes are stained with red
Tell me what for
The people are counting their dead
Yeah, this means war
Yeah, this means war
They keep speaking with swords in their mouths
Sounds of waves crashing's all that comes out
What's there left to defend?
Stand up, fight until the end
This means war
And our clothes are stained with red
Tell me what for
The people are counting their dead
Yeah, this means war
Yeah, this means war
Holding on
If we can try to make it through the storm
Keep holding on
Although there's not a reason anymore
War
And our clothes are stained in red
Tell me what for
The people are counting their dead
This means war
And our clothes are stained with red
Tell me what for
The people are counting their dead
Yeah, this means war
This means war
This means war
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