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 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

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

Forward march

Warrior race

Forward march

Warrior race

Forward march

Warrior race

Forward march

Warrior race

Forward march

Warrior race

Forward march

Warrior race

You're the few

The proud, the broken