The marine corps Wants do build indestructible men Men without fear
The marine corps Wants killers Men without fear
One! Two! Three! Four!
(And then you will be in a world of shit!)
My corps! Your corps! Our corps! Marine corps!
Sythe's cold edge thrust Spreading blood on their face Bells toll the coming of their final days
Red flowers growing To mark all our tears The pain and the anguish We're planting the seeds
Reaching forward, through the dark Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud Reaching forward, through the dark Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked
Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds
Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds
Rot and corrosion The throth in your lungs There is no release Gasp despair through the mud
Red flowers growing To mark all our tears The pain and the anguish We're planting the seeds
Reaching forward, through the dark Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud Reaching forward, through the dark Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked
Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds
Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds
Морской пехоте Не нужны роботы
Морской пехоте Нужны убийцы.
Морская пехота Хочет создать несокрушимых людей — Бесстрашных мужчин.
Морской пехоте Нужны убийцы. Бесстрашные мужчины.
Один! Два! Три! Четыре!
(Тогда вы окажетесь в дерьмовом мире!)
Мой корпус! Ваш корпус! Наш корпус! Морская пехота!
Взмах холодного лезвия косы Брызжет кровью на лицо. Колокола звенят, последний день настал!
Красные цветы растут Во ознаменование наших слёз. Боль и страдания — Мы сеем их семена.
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