The Eagle born to those who pledged  their lives and sacred honor
was smiled upon by God and freed from chains and iron collar.
He s held aloft on unity, and History, revered
For preserving through strength his wings now reach across two hundred years..
..but for each of those, and one year more, God has smiled upon The Corps...
..from the Barbary Coast to the Eastern Sand, by sword, by gun, or by bare hand.
So it's been, and shall be weighed: Though many are born...few are "made".
Faithful Always, they shall remain...
dogs to loose when war is waged.

I am a Marine on the beach,  I’m a killin’ machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green, best  believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my [bad word] to me, cuz I’ll win, I’m one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death to place you’re about to be: another river of [bad word]  under my feet. Forged in fire lit long ago, stand next  to me, you’ll never stand alone.  I’m last to leave, but  the first to go, Hard Corps is the only way I know. I feedon the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights; aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice.

I am a Devil-Dog I’m  marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song

I bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of an enemy shore, wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands I’ll kill some more. Bullet in the breach and fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, if death don’t bring you fear then death ain’t brought by no [bad word] to the [bad word] to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the dogs if Icross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is one I cast.

I am a Devil-Dog I’m  marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song [bad word] has no demon I won’t [bad word]  I am a warrior and this is my song

Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me’s still of your reach. The killing machine’s gonna do the deed, intil the [bad word] dry and my last breath leaves. Chin in the air with a head held high, I’ll stand in the path of the enemy line. Feel no fear, know my pride: for God and Country I’ll end your life.

I am a Devil-Dog I’m  marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song [bad word] has no demon I won’t [bad word]  I am a warrior and this is my song
I made the devil himself turn [bad word]  I am a warrior and this is my song
Into the fire I will keep marchin’ on. Oorah. Marine Corps. Get Some…