Hail Terror
Inside our seething blood of imperial ways
Honor and faith have shone
Inside our beating hearts have already won
Onward millions hung
And hail to the sons
Marching on, marching on
And hail to the storm
Marching on, marching on
Awaken the souls of blackened destiny
Honor and faith have shone
Trample upon the wasted hearts of the fallen
Onward millions hung
Hail to the ones and all with the secret, but it must be done
Hail to the wars its nothing but numbers
And Hail terror
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