Sorrow’s Prey

Chances are I’ll die today, don’t know if we can keep them away

The town call rises in the sky, the northern front is do or die

If I fight upon that field, I know I can never yield

But if I choose to stand afar, the burning will forever scar

Chances are I’ll die today, better death than sorrow’s prey

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