The Few The Proud The Broken - Kreator

They’re marching

They’re marching

They’re marching into Violence

They’re killing

They’re killing

They’re killing for the Tyrants

Forever born to kill, Tools of warrior Race

Bloodshed, Torment everywhere

Collateral Murder becomes their Game

As the Circle is closing

And the Seeds have ben sown

Words of Glory unspoken

For the Few, the Proud, the Broken

They’re hateful, so hateful

A Breed of liquidators

Psychotic, traumatic

When Pride is all that matters

Their Act of sworn Allegiance

Is Slaughter of the Weak

I hear Philippics of Leadres echo

In a dying infant’s Scream

An Assault to the Senses

For this Battle is real

Now the Spirits of war are awoken

By the Few, the Proud, the Broken

Nation after Nation

Broke the Pride of Men

Indoctrinate the Heritage of Cain

Mental devastation

All who will come back

Are turning into dehumanized Wrecks

Alle the Corpses

All the Pain

All the Struggle was in vain

All the Fury

A Cause manmade

We mourn their Lives as they fade

As the Circle is closing

And the Seeds have been sown

All the Rage, all the Rage

Warrior Race

Forward march warrior Rage

You’re the Few, the Proud, the Broken