Letras
Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword
The meek shall inherit the earth said the lord
March on
It's an eye for and eye, a tooth for a tooth
The old men make war and to hell with the youth
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Sooner or later we all maker
Regardless of station or wealth
Sometimes we are met by a sweet undertaker
Sometimes it's the devil himself
We are born of the blood, made men by the blood
And all in the end are undone by the blood
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Lord grant me a good sword and reason to use it
I can't take it with me but damned if I'll lose it
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Sooner or later we all meet our maker
The pious, the strong and the sick
Sometimes we are met by a bevy of angels
Sometimes we are met by Old Nick
March on
Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword
The meek shall inherit the earth said the lord
March on