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I told you once, I told you a thousand times, no regrets, no remorse No vile and whiskey-soaked wisdom or bloody-knuckled politic Do I regret? Not a single moment Will I ever repent? Will I ever repent? And you may say that I have lost to a better man And well, this may be true, I cannot protest or lie Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or even to be right To those who did not dare to sing out of tune Or sing a different song To march to the beat of a different drum And speak the truths others fear Just give me one thing to live, or die for To live.. give me one thing to live or die for So here's to comrades near and far, so raise a glass, raise your voices Years have passed between us, some would say that they have not been kind Yet these are the scars of war, and we remain yet we stand bloodied yet unbowed We are.. we are bloodied yet unbowed Wrath is the standard with which I bear the flag do we fly marching to war Only a nation that dare not speak it's name, nor can ever shed it's pain So here's to comrades near and far Who've raised a glass, raised hell Years have passed, closer to the grave But this is the song we chose to sing To the bitter end, to the end, to the bitter end! From Letras Mania