With The Old Breed

Eastwards, where purity sublimes

Crime and punishment aligns, descended into futility

Chaotic monotony, hate echoes persistently

Reflected duty hits the servant in his netherrealm

The ghastliest corner of hell, it ain't no place to dwell

Not for a plant to thrive, so spoke the widowed wife

I draw my lot out of the fractured skull

Reliant upon the comrades' call

With The Old Breed

Caught tight, within maggoty stench

Inspite of somberness, entrenched, malicious beauty I see

Dull gleaming brutality, preposterous reality

We shall embrace the sheer illogic for a higher good

We seek no glory, no fame, nor any theatric game

Placed on the pyre, our gift, 's called unit paradigm shift

Would give my life to save your soul

Concordant memoirs, rousing, at the gallow's pole

With The Old Breed

Paradise lost in the east

A helmet for my pillow

Red blood, black sand and a dying sun

Paradise lost in the east

A helmet for my pillow

Red blood, black sand and a dying son

Paradise lost in the east

A helmet for my pillow

Red blood, black sand and a dying sun

Paradise lost in the east

A helmet for my pillow

Red blood, black sand and a dying son

Paradise lost in the east

A helmet for my pillow

Red blood, black sand and a dying sun

Paradise lost in the east

A helmet for my pillow

Red blood, black sand and a dying son

With The Old Breed!