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 is held aloft on unity and by history revered; for preserving peace 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 to my Yang Tze.
Put agrin on my [bad word] to me, ‘cuz I’ll win, i’m a one-of-a-kind,
I’ll bring death to the place you’re about to be: another river of [bad word]  under my feet.
Forged in a 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 feed on 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 a 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 gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag;
hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the 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 out of your reach.
The killing machine’s gonna do the deed, until 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 marching on. Oorah! Marine Corps, get some!