I'll still get the bars in, Devlin I'm marchin, like a soldier serving in iraq is, now watch me eliminate targets, you should have known to anticipate
[Hook:] The souljahs marching on prepared for war The souljahs marching on prepared for war [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] The cycle continues look what I've
Humanity devours itself alive. Forced march down this path of sorrow to an end that doesn't justify. Hands chained, running driven upon those that fall
Come ye that love the Lord, and let your joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, Join in a song with sweet accord. And thus surround the throne
Voici la marche des cavaliers Des beaux cavaliers de chez nous N'essayez pas de les compter Car il y en a vraiment beaucoup Et si vous les voyez reunis
Woke up late on that sunday morning. woke up late yeah the sun was burning. slides and chutes spilling explanations. slides and chutes offer alibis.
Human cattle masses marching forward. Their eyes are blank and erratic, susceptible to the droning hypnosis that rides through dissonant skies. Loud and
J'ai l'age que le monde te demande, mais y se demande si tu te pisse dessus chui dans un hospice Comme une espece de pute qui s'est remise au crack Mes
Even Mr. Lights-out feels alive at times He says so baby But even when he's not crash crashin our heads He tries to scare us baby And I'l pretend that
Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride Up From Hell Armed with magic sons of demons and men This song of greeting written for your tragic end. So long our stride the
Day by day spreading darkness and fear Carrying the uniform they made us wear The sand in the hourglass wasting away To neon madness that's fading to
Cut my Throat and Let me go These scars wont heal, This broken soul You ripped into me with a knife I scratch your eyes out with canines Slut! Whore!
this is a war we live and the sides are drawn (the sides are drawn). and we're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out (wear us out). there is
A grand deception Disguised as gods redemption Forcefed delusions of grandeur Calling out for A willing sacrifice Of a nameless enemy Necessary losses
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Rabid war dogs are marching Through the empty streets Killing, laying waste And spreading their leader's seed Seduced by his lies and slanders Which are
Free from their boundaries and chains We march of revenge again With our legions prepared by our side To fight, to live and to die The hour of truth is
Tłumaczenie: Ryan Adams. Marsz Funeral.