Pagan War Machine March Of The Pissed
Silence falls Hammer Of The Gods
Dead to crawl No one beats the odds
Flights away Taking to the sky
Blood flows red Infidels to die
We bring the anger from simmer to boil
Sometimes there's no other way
To stand for belief is the meaning of loyal
There's nothing that no one can say
March Of the Pissed
Shut your mouth I can't hear your voice
What you say doesn't make my choice
Move or sway I'm as hard as stone
Take to the choice Cut you to the bone
(CHORUS)
For those who march the time is now
A call to arms the fight is now
Separate Isolate Dominate Exasperate
Off to war - Marching in the fire
World of pain All that I desire
Taste of death Hell is coming down
Your last breath Six feet underground
