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Like Dogs Climbing Up The MoonWe look like beggars, our once so grand uniforms has turned to ragsThe frost-nipped cliffs are staring like eyes, like dogs we are climbing up the moon As we are marching on Blinding our destine The martial spirit is all dead and gone Like dogs we are climbing up the moon We look like beggars, our once so grand uniforms has turned to rags The frost-nipped cliffs are staring like eyes, like dogs we are climbing up the moon Congelation, intersection, disease, ignominy Men eternally sleeping under blankets of ice are bronzed by death In the mist of death, we scream our war-cries Let the thunderstorms of the northern wind roar Through the lightning on me, make me ascend like a pillar of fire in the night As we are marching on Blinding our destine The martial spirit is all dead and gone Like dogs we are climbing up the moon |