Now the battle is over, the clouds hanging low Dead bodies lie on the ground Marched into slaughter, lost souls fought in vain No glory or pride to be
thunder storm We'll win the war because We're Gods of Ice I drink in the skull of my enemy To celebrate our victory For the proud of my brothers
. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people
defeat round the bend It seems the tragic flaw, has conquered again, brought it's painful end This time I ride out, proud to behold we take the queen, the enemy
Soldiers al go marching into battle,moving slowly on across the ground Tracks of tanks flatten the sand beneath them, soon to be replaced by human flesh
I realized the other day. How much I strayed away from my first love. I've fallen far from grace. But now I'm gonna tell the enemy: Let me go, In His
I want And my heart lies therein Blackened you say - Then black is my way And call me an Enemy - I shall only stand proud Awaiting the rise of the DarkSide
defenseless on restless grounds adolescent negligent intend zero evidence years of underdeveloped races street technique, raises enemy encases tasteless
Ten heavy feet walks the bloodsoiled ground With rhythm these five warriors march No matter how much the bleeding wounds From enemy sword cuts, hurts
the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight
Before the grimmest enemy Cold rain whipping those proud faces War cries raising their spirits Despising death as they rush forward Blood of the brothers
lives reduced to ashes So many homes razed to the ground A shine like from a thousand suns Betrayed by their proud leaders And executed by atrocious enemies
wear purple hearts Inside their coffins In the ground When they left for war They thought Their mommas Would be proud When they faced off With their enemies
Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White On a battlefield one day in a land so far away Mid the
met two kings of them Schilbung and Nibelung this two kings were in a fight whose the treasures owner. Then the kings had killed themselves their blood laid on the ground
and proud Sold their soul for native love In war to stand their ground Don't bury the hatchet Get on with your fight Snipe down the enemies Put them
received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground
more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground