I've got the reach and the teeth of a killing machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green, don't doubt, this is my territory best believe, I'm in a zone to be, my Yin and Yang realm, my Yangtze River Basin from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze. I am proud when you rush over Put a grin on my chin when you come to me, Because victory belongs to me, I am a first-class killer, what will bring you is death 'cuz I'll win, I'm a one-of-a -kind and I'll bring death to the place you're about to be: another river of blood running under my feet. The fire of experience has already been lit Forged in a fire lit long ago, Stand next to me, you'll never stand alone. The first to charge, the last to leave I'm last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, please give me death before you make me old. 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 soldier and I'm marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song. 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 I'll kill some more. Bullet in the breach and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, If death don't bring you fear, I swear, you'll fear these m

arching feet. 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. My shadow will be your death, when you are met by me 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 soldier and I'm marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song. My eyes are steel and my gaze is long, I am a warrior and this is my song. I am a warrior and this is my song. (General Patton: We're not just going to shoot the bastards) (We're going to cut out their living guts) (and use them to grease the treads of our tanks) (And use them to grease the treads of our tanks) (We're going to cut out their living guts) )　(We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel)Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me's 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, I'll stand in the path of the enemy line. Feet no fear, know my pride: for God and Country I'll end your life. I am a soldier and I'm marching on, I am a soldier and I'm marching on, I am a warrior, this is the song of the warrior I

am a warrior and this is my song. My eyes are steel and my gaze is long, I am a warrior and this is my song.