Can't believe the things I see That happens in the state By a mortal distance, I can't believe Self-destructive infernal To save us from the breed But
Extermination thunder, the strange one is back again Lost by our only power, it's aura will grind us out forever Fall into a dark dream that we got once
He was born in the past time To take all our pain The Kingdom of Heaven's near The children of this time Must die for His arrive To let all the legends
Years ago I came back This has been my hardest attack A burning fire's in my brain I could feel the deadly flame Tales of the magic in my head To a dark
The map has gone It's burning in the afternoon The smell's so strong No chance to walk away Gold medallions for the proud men in khaki Those battalions
Tonight We fight Does might Make right? Brats in battalions Brats in battalions Tonight We fight Does might Make right? Does might make right in this
Here we are, seeking out the Reds Trying to keep the communists in order Just remember when you're sleeping in your beds They're only two days drive from
*Mr. Shadow talking* Aha ha ha Yea!! Wassup?! It's Mr. Shadow back up in here! For the '99! Beyond Entertainment style Vicious Man Funk style Bold Headed
Deep slumber awakened by sirens I realize life's been thrown to the lions What I saw last night, our city so fair And to my horror, the bloody town square
Take up your sword the sword of the brave You fight for legion you fight to the grave For death and for glory your spirit won't die Legions of steel to
Under this sun no shadows will fall Piercing our eyes as we charge An armoured battalion on course to the east Closing the end of it's march This time
My name is John Riley I'll have your ear only a while I left my dear home in Ireland It was death, starvation or exile And when I got to America It was
Boom bah bah, Boom bah bah boom, Twelve riders in the gloom Seven show red and the rest are dead, But the First Battalion's home. Boom bah bah, Boom
Can't believe the things I see That happens in the state By a mortal distance that I can't believe Self destructive infernal To save us from the breed
Nous prendrons les armes et partirons. La tete en fete dans un camion. Francis s'occupera du canon. Mathieu du bazooka et moi, du laser oui je serai roi
Jesus christ feed the raven It's harvest moon Gunhead Battalion Jesus christ on a pair of rubber crutchers Gunhead Battalion Jesus christ a