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Never
say there's only death for you
Though leaden clouds are hiding skies of blue
Because the hour we hungered for is near;
Beneath our tread earth trembles: we are here!
From lands of palms to distant wastes of snow
We're coming with our torment and our woe,
And everywhere our blood has stained the earth,
Our bravery, our vigor blossom forth!
The morning
sun shall set our day aglow,
Our yesterdays
shall vanish with the foe,
And if
time drags before the sun appears,
This song
shall be a signal through the years.
We wrote
this song with blood, and not with lead;
It's not
a song that birds sing overhead.
It was
a people at the barricades
Who sang
this song with pistols and grenades.
So never
say there's only death for you,
Though
leaden clouds are hiding skies of blue
Because
the hour we hungered for is near;
Beneath
our tread earth trembles: we are here!
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