War March

The word is out
They want to meet us on the field
We won't back down
Protect what's ours and never yield
Shedding blood with my brothers and sisters is an honour I am proud
Side by side we have sweat and we have wept
No man or beast is fit to wear a crown

Born of violence
Born of violence

Democracy died
Economy crumbled
To weave a lie so putrid was as easy as breathing your polluted air

Born of violence
Born of violence

Left right left right left
Soldiers of the wasteland
Big fist banging on your head
Game fucking over man

War march war march
It's a war march war march
War march war march
It's a fucking war march

Convinced the masses the end was nigh
Engineers of the apocalypse
Architects of the necropolis

Left right left right left
Soldiers of the wasteland
Big fist banging on your head
Game fucking over man

War march war march
It's a war march war march
War march war march
It's a fucking war march

Convinced the masses the end was nigh
Engineers of the apocalypse
Build your towers up on high
Architects of the necropolis



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Pearce
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