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The Smell of Death
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300 hundred warriors raised in a life of pain Each one a specimen with fighting in his veins Each one was born shield and dagger in his hand To defend his motherland he's here to take a stand
One million strong Could not break through their front lines
A pallid smoke hangs low as piles of bodies burn You set the tone of war, but soon a tide will turn These wicked ocean winds sent sailors to their death These fighting warriors will fight till their last breath
One millions sailors Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Who sold their souls for gold
If you can't beat the undertow And outswim the waves Wake up tomorrow And dig their graves
They sent their best men first Their best men quickly died But by a bastard son, their secret had been spilled 300 hundred warriors and all of them were killed
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