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 [bad word] 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
 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 [bad word] back
 Are turning into dehumanized wrecks

 All the corpses
 All the pain
 All the [bad word] was in vain
 All the fury
 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