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(hmmmmmm) We slept in the cold
on the wooden floor
Silent shadows behind the iron door
But they took our names
and they left us scars
Now we look up at the same cold stars
Listen close, hear the heavy boots tread
No more bowing, no more pleading for bread
We are the children they cast aside
Now the gates are swinging open wide!
Underneath the banner of the forgotten ones
We are marching out before the sun! (hey!)
Their golden towers are beginning to shake For every single promise they
chose to break
We've got no armor,
we've got no shields But we are marching through the frozen fields
No more walls, no more chains (no more chains)