The Few, The Proud, The Broken Lyrics - Phantom Antichrist - 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 been 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 leaders 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 and 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 

Dehumanized wrecks 

All 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 race 

Forward march warrior race 

Forward march warrior race 

Forward march warrior race 

Forward march warrior race 

Forward march warrior race 

Forward march warrior race 

You're the few, the proud and the broken