The Warriors Of Modern Death

All raised

To be men

Given image and path

Supreme

Idolised warriors

Bright steel

Burning rage

Never too late to try

Stand tall

Never plead

Live and let die

Come on!

I see the spirit

Of these ancestors

And reconsider the faith

A primitive sword

Cannot win my war

Cold fury

Flaring eyes

Calculated verbal gun

My pride

Justified

Spiritual steel shines bright

Beyond the sun

The pride of the warrior

Is far from dead

The colours of death

Are still black and red

Though modernised

Blood will be shed

Ah, blood will be shed