it has come this time.
i stand upon my home lands line.
the golden sun shines it's light on our might.
we are the doves that will never fall in love.
instead we arm ourselves to prove are fathers.
work and toil were not for nothing.
our army marches with the thunder
so that we may rip our enemies asunder
so that the light of the new generation
we may stop the culimation of all wars
as we stab it's core
for the destiny of the land.
is with my bare hands.
we are tied upon the golden line.
for this is a sign.
that we die for a love greatly heald.
all the way to heaven or hell !!!!!
i stand upon my home lands line.
the golden sun shines it's light on our might.
we are the doves that will never fall in love.
instead we arm ourselves to prove are fathers.
work and toil were not for nothing.
our army marches with the thunder
so that we may rip our enemies asunder
so that the light of the new generation
we may stop the culimation of all wars
as we stab it's core
for the destiny of the land.
is with my bare hands.
we are tied upon the golden line.
for this is a sign.
that we die for a love greatly heald.
all the way to heaven or hell !!!!!
