They're marching
They're marching
They're marching into Violence

They're killing
They're killing
They're killing for the Tyrants


Forever born to kill, Tools of warrior Race
Bloodshed, Torment everywhere

Collateral Murder becomes their Game

As the Circle is closing

And the Seeds have ben sown
Words of Glory unspoken
For the Few, the Proud, the Broken


They're hateful, so hateful
A Breed of liquidators

Psychotic, traumatic
When Pride is all that matters
Their Act of sworn Allegiance

Is Slaughter of the Weak
I hear Philippics of Leadres echo
In a dying infant's Scream


An $$#ault to the Senses
For this Battle is real

Now the Spirits of war are awoken
By the Few, the Proud, the Broken
Nation after Nation

Broke the Pride of Men
Indoctrinate the Heritage of Cain
Mental devastation

All who will come back
Are turning into dehumanized Wrecks


Alle the Corpses
All the Pain
All the Struggle was in vain

All the Fury
A Cause manmade
We mourn their Lives as they fade


As the Circle is closing
And the Seeds have been sown

All the Rage, all the Rage
Warrior Race


Forward march warrior Rage
You're the Few, the Proud, the Broken