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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 Marching toward the village square Bloodstained faces everywhere The war has but begun, my son But you've already begun to feel the fear You've been oppressed for all these years Blinded by ghosts of invisible fears And now, when your chance has finally arrived You shy away, afraid You see the evil in good men's eyes You hear the wails, and the anguished cries That chaos brings, in difficult times And you run and hide, afraid Examine the progress that's been made The evil ones have all been paid For their treacherous, bloodthirsty raids On the people they're trusted to oversee And now, at last, you've all been freed Although some of yours still lie and bleed In freedom, some things will disappear Including things that were never truly there... To begin with |