Marching Into Hell I take a step
I walk in line
Keeping formation
Marching into hell,
For a country that was mineWalking, Walking
On and on
Walking, Walking
Out of others reach, slaves spawn
Walking, Walking
Into Hell
Walking, Walking
Look how far I’ve fell-Ian Suri
Forgetting
A world of Pain
Forgetting
A life of strain
Forgetting
My head’s spinning
Forgetting
As I grow old
Forgetting
Being left in the cold
Forgetting
My lust for you
Forgetting
A love so true
Forgetting
And movin on
Forgetting
A long lost song It’s now forgotten
My memories
Gone
are my feelings
Forgotten
was my sufering
Forgotten
is what you meant to me
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It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,
You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.
You knew this was going to happen soon,
As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.
You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.
You knew this was going to happen soon,
As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.