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Battle of Sacred Lives
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The call of wild brings us together
Only hoping to make those things better
Different yet the same to exist
Happiness the only thing to insist
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Words of war set the tone of battle
Warriors chant the sound of the rattle
Bringing forth the spirits of past lives
Fighting in tune of the spiritual knives
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The wounded fight on with pride
Going on through the wolves cry
Hanging on by the skin of their teeth
Battling on controlled by the leech
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The sky turns from blue to black
Without this light the warriors lack
The battle pauses at this point to wait
Only to start up the next day
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