The eagle born to those who pledged their lives and sacred honor was smiled upon by God and freed from chains and iron collar. He is held aloft on unity and by history revered; for preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across two hundred years. But for each of those and one year more, God has smiled upon The Corps, from the Barbary Coast to the Eastern Sand, by sword, by gun, or by bare hand. So its been, and shall be weighed: though many are born, few are made. Faithful Always, they shall remain, dogs to loose when war is waged. I am a Marine on the beach, Im a killin machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green, best believe, Im in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin, come to me, cuz Ill win, Im one-of-a-kind and Ill bring death to the place youre about to be: another river of blood runnin under my feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, youll never stand alone. Im last to leave, but the first to go, Hard Corps is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice I am a Devil-Dog Im marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song I bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of an enemy shore, wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands Ill kill some more. Bullet in the breech and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, if death dont bring you fear then death aint brought by no Marine. Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast. I am a Devil-Dog Im marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song Hell has no demon I wont overcome, I am a warrior and this is my song Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of mes still out of your reach. The killing machines gonna do the deed, until the river runs dry and my last breath leaves. Chin in the air with a head held high, Ill stand in the path of the enemy line. Feel no fear, know my pride: for God and Country Ill end your life. I am a Devil-Dog, Im marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song Hell has no demon I wont overcome, I am a warrior and this is my song I made the devil himself turn and run, I am a warrior and this is my song Into the fire I will keep marchin on, Oorah, Marine Corps, Get Some... Good night Chestey wherever you are https://youtube/watch?v=cADOtbsvbs8
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 00:48:00 +0000