hell’s march
hell’s June
hell’s sun
hell’s spoon
hell’s boots are stompin’ down the brier
C
Hell’s is on the march x4
V
it pulls the wires in your heart
turns the rivers to steam
and chokes the stars
V
Hell’s march
he’ll moon
hell’s beat
hell’s tune
hell’s march
hell’s may
a march for the men who have all lost their way
hell’s on the march with it’s boots on the ground
I signed with a quill
and i bound up my life
and i bound up my will
and i hoisted my rifle
my helmet
and shovel
i turned the trees and the buildings to ashes and rubble
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