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let the rhythm control your feet sway swiftly to the sound of the beat get on all fours and howl to the moon roll around to the musical tune Raise your glass to the land of the free and dance to the song of the killing spree pull out your weapons and stand your ground the cry of our voice a wonderful sound charge head on with full force don’t look back have no remorse stampede to a clash under the sun the battle has now begun the fight is more then won all that is left is dawn blood has been spilled galore the cry for revenge is no more we have done more than our purpose regret hides under the surface the loss of ours was great but survival was our fate those who fought short and tall we have proved worthy to all our weariness must be replaced with jubilation and we must carry on the celebration