Martyr
Go on ahead and pull it.
I'm not afraid to meet your eyes.
Shoot your cowardly bullet.
Then go and tell your lies.
But I know where I stand.
I stand as a martyr.
And if you want to stop me?
You best go a little harder!
You see, a knife can be brutal,
And a bullet is rough.
But the knife cannot stop me.
No, a bullet's not enough.
This is a war!
For which I am willing to die.
This is a revolution.
This is our battle cry!
Stand up soldiers of war!
The fire burns within your hearts!
Let us run to the enemy!
Like flying darts!
Valor and precision!
Yes! That is our name!
This is the final decison,
For which we have no shame!
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