With The Old Breed Songtext
von Warfield

Eastwards, where purity sublimes
Crime and punishment aligns, descended into futility
Chaotic monotony, hate echoes persistently
Reflected duty hits the servant in his netherrealm

The ghastliest corner of hell, it ain′t no place to dwell
Not for a plant to thrive, so spoke the widowed wife
I draw my lot out of the fractured skull
Reliant upon the comrades' call

With The Old Breed

Caught tight, within maggoty stench
Inspite of somberness, entrenched, malicious beauty I see
Dull gleaming brutality, preposterous reality
We shall embrace the sheer illogic for a higher good

We seek no glory, no fame, nor any theatric game
Placed on the pyre, our gift, ′s called unit paradigm shift
Would give my life to save your soul
Concordant memoirs, rousing, at the gallow's pole

With The Old Breed


Paradise lost in the east
A helmet for my pillow
Red blood, black sand and a dying sun
Paradise lost in the east
A helmet for my pillow
Red blood, black sand and a dying son

Paradise lost in the east
A helmet for my pillow
Red blood, black sand and a dying sun
Paradise lost in the east
A helmet for my pillow
Red blood, black sand and a dying son

Paradise lost in the east
A helmet for my pillow
Red blood, black sand and a dying sun
Paradise lost in the east
A helmet for my pillow
Red blood, black sand and a dying son

With The Old Breed!