Recruiting by the hundreds
joining the ranks by the thousands
The front is deceiving
as if they know what is ahead of them
Ready yourself for
what is to come
prepare for the worst
because the darkest days will come
Hell on earth, they say it is
I'm sure it to be true
nothing is more quite like it
fighting the flesh and all my weakness
Storm the gates of Heaven
you kept your composure, you held your ground
Your burden has become light, you see the gates
Storm the gates of Heaven
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