The Few, The Proud, The Broken lyrics
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 and 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 All 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 race You're the few, the proud and the broken
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