The Few, The Proud, The Broken

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 been 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 leaders echo

In a dying infant's scream



An assault 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

Dehumanized wrecks



All the corpses

All the pain

All the struggle was in vain

All the fury

A cause man-made

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 race

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You're the few, the proud, the broken