Thousands of men on every side
Guns fill the air with lead
The realms of death are open wide
The gods of war will soon be fed
Sound the charge, put the bayonets on
Scream with rage, fathers, cousins and sons
Swallow your fear, follow the flag to the end
Nothing seems real, dreams turning to sand
Thousands of men on every side
Guns fill the air with lead
The realms of death are open wide
The gods of war will soon be fed
Sound the charge, put the bayonets on
Scream with rage, fathers, cousins and sons
Swallow your fear, follow the flag to the end
Nothing seems real, dreams turning to sand
A nation ripped apart, a conflict escalating
Freedom is the call, and millions are responding
(the) war will turn today, the wind blows from the north
Years of blood and death, will soon come to an end
Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny
Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny
Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny
Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny
Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny
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