gathered in this hellish pit my domain this world of sin, rebels dome rebels raving with violent rage marching at the dawn of no return rebels sworn
, they rise from their graves. The Undead King is calling his slaves "Come!" Pre Chorus Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight the undead march from
Welcome to green fields of glory Where people don't suffer from pain. Slaves under blood and tormented by cruel tyranny The march into permanent freedom
in despair Children of the night They shall rise again Shining like the blood of forgotten unlight By nocturnal powers fall into the abyss Slaves
Striking over oceans of blood Over kingdom in fear they march The shadows rising from last sleep The darkside will arrive Storms of evil, thunder
a hymn of the dawn for the free? "Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth, Goodly news do I bring, Bargy man! For the boys march at dawn
of defiance A union against the king and the crown Side by side they would die together United together to bring the system down Together in unison they marched
sail to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage
cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto From the cradle to the grave Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto March
To Iraq Our State Is Full Of Shit That's Why It's Full Of Gangs When I Say Full Of Shit I Say John McCain Land Of The Free Home Of The Slaves Latinos
I reminded her of him too much Couldn't understand what she felt so I hated her, yea 'Til I was old enough to hate myself And I felt like a slave down
missing languorous Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals Stonegates marching moodily
wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden before the ford duster parketh, when mommy marched
Yeah been a slave too long All my murderers Let's march my niggas Lord can we get a break? (Lord can we get a break?) We ain't really happy here (We
us in the box, solitary confinement How violent are these cops? They need an early retirement How many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march
one Red rum, political bedlam Don't let the hype into your eyes and ear drum Murdoch own Fox, not 18 with Barracas And he hate Barack ?cause he march with the marchers
got product for sale So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity So march