Tekster: Escape The Fate. There's No Sympathy For The Dead. The Guillotine.

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So lock and load mercanaries
i see the smoke from the hilltop
they march one by one
the battle starts adversarys
they bathe in our blood
the worst is yet to come
weve reached the covenate
to kill what we have started
kill the machines weve spawned to fight
in the darkest hour

they really need to know
we really gotta go
we fight to live we fight for pride
we wont back down the weak dont survive

[chorus]
we stay here tonight
dont let them find us or were dead
promise me you wont leave my side
the warmest place to lye my head
and when the sun comes up we fight
dont let them find us or were dead
so promise me you wont leave my side
trace this blood back to there grave

the smoke has cleared
thousands are destroyed
they send signals no salvation
they fight in lockout scope is ready to go
armed with explosives spartans stand alone

they really need to know
we really gotta go
we fight to live we fight for pride
we wont back down the weak wont survive

[chorus]
we stay here tonight
dont let them find us or were dead
promise me you wont leave my side
the warmest place to lye my head
and when the sun comes up we fight
dont let them find us or were dead
so promise me you wont leave my side

[bridge]

[chorus]
we stay here tonight
dont let them find us or were dead
promise me you wont leave my side
the warmest place to lye my head
and when the sun comes up we fight
dont let them find us or were dead
so promise me you wont leave my side

[outro]
(growls from the underworld)
charge the gates
with rust on there gears
they seek destruction
and kill the functions
[repeat x8]

(Thanks to Bethany for these lyrics)