Lyrics:
The misery of man on the field of death
Countless - Without number
Searching for battle honour
War and glory - Guts and gore
We march to the rhythm
on Earth ired impoverished humans wish for revolution
Suicide through revolution
A better fate than death by torture
All of those that have not turned into
cavalry of woe
rank by rank
and uniforms of snow
It's how the angels reach
a quiet march
no one but you believes
you know it burns
you know it burns
March winds were blowing when we met
A moment in time I won’t forget
Rain drops were falling at your feet
Reflecting your beauty on the street
brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on 'til victory is won
Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in
Northern coasts they march
Filled with ague and ill
They're not worth stopping for
(Worth stopping for)
At our back it arises
Wall of death a-rush
Crystal
portmanteau in his hand
Down the Rhine they meant to have a picnic
Til' Jones said, "I must decline"
"Boys you'll be advised by me to stay away from Germany
Hang them up by their toes and peel the flesh head to feet
The circle of life and history repeats
PAC
Thrown to the pile, cull, deflesh, repeat
a shape of terror, so far unseen
bombs are burning away your skin
lethal aggression you’re
suffocated by black steam
when you realize, its not
Our march advances
For death and cruelty
Black mountain placed herself
Against our tiring walk
The land under our feet
Begins to tremble now
The fury
December destroyed me
January crushed me
By February, I was not myself
March rolled in like beatings and rolled out like a bear hug
In April I stared out
of death and war are at hand
War hounds of Hades
War wolves of hate
War hounds of Hades
War wolves of fate
Armies awakened by the stench
us, graves await ghost drowned sunken men
Will our fate be to sink here or return home to see you again
In the fog & March darkness of a black
Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be
Star of the Roc, kid, you're not Sean Connery
But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows
Still it really
here we fall
Don't pretend to know
Just 'cause it is written in stone
It doesn't make it so
March with spite, unite
A vengeful machine
by the roar
We march into war
We strike down the enemy
In triumph of Christ
No pagan survives
To hell if you don't believe
With power
of thunder
As your children march to war
I will listen as they tell you
Who you are, what you are and what you are here for
I am your constant companion
We
Save me
I see them march again, hailing the darkest kings
And even if I leave it all
This downfall resonates across the acorns
Deceptive calm
A staged play years in the making
Arm your scapegoat, then flip the switch
Thousands march towards beckoning graves
While profits are harvested
you numb to the thorns.
We live in these thorns,
Surrounded by a blood sport culture, there's no where to run.
The lies won't take away your pain,
bark
walking through the centuries
A pathless path
Symphonic bloodlust
On this funeral march
my innerself
Is drifting in a red sea
Bizarre and sweet
burning floor by floor
You never looked in my eyes
You're always telling the lies
What part of the truth do you hide?
Don't you try to make me believe
styled
Self came
We march in converse
Own tools
My joints hold steady
Chucks laced ready
I travel by kite, travel
Touchdown
I make my own luck now
killed.
Hail to the king that brought peace to us all. Rise from
Your grave, hear our call. We'll not forget that you once
Saved our land. Killed by your
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