One last shot fired with an open eye.
The prize for the victor in battle: death or deny
another assault. Either way, you're better off.
The march and the motion divides their lives.
One for the wicked and one for the red, red line.
Forgiving a soldier marching for them all.
It's over, a ghost given a future wrapped in shadow and love.
In time, on an offset shore, are the dreams you fought, forever in arms.
But no one could ever have escaped it. You'll share in their lies.
So fall on your knees and whisper why, oh why?
One who approaches and one who dies.
None left undecided, none compromised.
Left soulless, they're all much better off.
Each shattering barrage is a sign
no soldier of fortune watches the night.
Lies by light.
It's over, a ghost given a future wrapped in shadow and love.
In time, on an offset shore, are the dreams you sought, surrendering arms.
But no one could ever have escaped it. In time, you'll know.
Watch who marches, soon to burn us all.

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