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Six hundred men, six hundred Six hundred men, six hundred Six hundred men, six hundred Six hundred men, six hundred I don’t think you seem to get it I can’t afford to die ‘Cause I will get back to my son And I will get back to my wife! For every comrade Every one of my friends Almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand Six hundred strike! Six hundred men, six hundred Six hundred men, six hundred Six hundred men, six hundred Six hundred, six hundred men You idiot Can’t you see? You sealed your fate just to beat me You released my storm when you opened that bag Blocked your one way home Now you’ll never get back You’re going to call off that storm Or what? You can’t kill me Exactly Wait Wait, ah! How does it feel to be helpless? (Argh!) How does it feel to know pain? (Ugh) I watched my friends die in horror (Ah!) Crying as they were all slain (Ugh) I heard their final moments (Argh!) Calling their captain in vain (Ugh) Look what you turned me into (Ah!) Look what we’ve become (Ugh!) Enough! All of the pain that I’ve been through Stop Haven’t I suffered enough? Stop! You didn’t stop when I begged you Told me to close my heart You You said the world was dark Monster! Didn’t you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our- Alright! Please After everything you’ve done How will you sleep at night? Next to my wife. Six Hundred Strike lyrics – Jorge Rivera-Herrans : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com