It was a scarlet, a scarlet night
Where are my soldiers, they’re afraid to fight
We were powerful, oh how our armour shined
They would sing for us “Break out the wine”
So break out the wine!
We used to own these streets, we'd walk with heads high
We were the kings then and held the keys to the skies
And when will you stand with me?
Please I'm begging
Where are my? Where are my?
Where are my soldiers at?
We used to be so brave, we'd battle for what’s right
Where has our strength gone, and where is our fight?
And I can see them laying their arms at their side
I can see my soldiers have lost their pride
And when will you stand with me?
Please I'm begging
Where are my? Where are my?
Where are my soldiers at?
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