The beasts that are our friends are loose
The day has come, the day has come
We march to Armageddon, longing for the war
We see the hated enemy, we see what we are taught to see
Our enemies on bended knee, the Xaroni standing tall
Our death lust forces us to march
Beat the drum, beat the drum
Our eyes are fixed and fearless
Searching out for war
Our credo heals our sins and lies
Our 100 million pain filled cries, 100 million cleansed lives
Already gone before
So march and die, march and die
The stench of death hangs in the sky
We must not fail to satisfy
So fight with tooth and maw
With scimitar and iron shod shield
We love to kill, we have to kill
We crave the taste of our own blood
Squirm in our own gore
Orphans weep and widows cry
As they watch their loved ones die
to show our guilt, we pile skulls high
and we shall pile still more
March and die, march and die
Desecrate, despoil, defy
Burn the sea and kill the sky
Burn your house of straw
Laugh and cry, laugh and cry
Crimson sunset drowns the sky
For Her to win then we must die
No-one deserves it more
I well you we are doomed my friends
Our time has come, our time has come
We march forth to our final rest
Marching for the corps(e)
We glorify death, fate and pain
We deny hope, want and gain
We are scapegoats, take our blame
And that is all we're for
March and croak, march and croak
All our lives are cosmic jokes
We fill our days with fire and smoke
Death makes us healed once more
Burn and dance, burn and dance
Rape, death, torture, our romance*
Whoop and howl, we have no chance
Die and rise no more.
Die and rise no more.
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