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The Warrior Song - Aquila Natus

To reach the owner of this channel please email to: [email protected]. This one's for you, Army. Now on SPOTIFY and all streaming services. All our songs are available on iTunes. Guitars/Bass - Joey Karczewski Everything Else - Sean Householder Prelude The shot heard ‘round the world shook the earth with great resound, lanterns lit, the riders fled, to warn the farms and towns. The call to arms united them, in grim determination, they vowed to see the Eagle born, and made their Declaration. Honor-bound and bred, they stood as one in their defiance: a Continental Army raised on common man’s alliance. For liberty, the fire, in the hearts of men, did forge the will to break their shackles free, and shape them into swords.... I am the blood that boils in the heart of the beast, I’m a killing machine with a hunger deep, I’ll scorch the earth with a mighty shriek and a million full metal jacket teeth. You better believe it, when the boot comes down, the blood I spill on the battleground will soak the earth until the wicked drown, in the death I deal when the hate comes out. Born to the beating of the drums of war, shaped in the fire at Valley Forge, made hard in the waters of a beach I tore from the Devil’s claws in ’44, thunder crack and the enemy dies, when the barrel spits, the fire flies, aim’s on point at killing time, and I 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 My boots are the beat and the rhythm I tread: shake the ground like a thunderhead, rain down in a hail of fire and lead like a reverie runnin’ through my head. Here where the legends live and die, where the eagles scream, and the reaper hides hell can’t stop me, the Devil tried, and I killed him twice in ’45. Come to the nightmare, come to me, I’ll grind your bones in the crushing teeth served to the swine that come to feast on the stink of the fear and the tears you’ll weep I’ll flood the earth in a sea of brass, and watch you burn in the fire’s wrath. Pray to the devil that damned you last, 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 I am the fire, the sword and the gun, I am a warrior and this is my song Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me’s still out of your reach the killing machine’s coming out to feed on the lead and the fire and the gasoline Bound by the blood of the ones who’ve died, as well as the warriors at my side, feel 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 warrior and this is my song I am the fire, the sword and the gun, I am a warrior and this is my song a warfighter, I will keep marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song I am the mighty, a million as one, I am a warrior and this is my song Epilogue they stood against an empire, born a thousand years ago, but “liberty or death”, no less, what every last man chose. They fought and died, for better lives, uncertain what may come as lions on the battlefield, ’til freedom had been won. Though cannon balls, and musket rounds, explosions, cold and fire would challenge their resolve, they raised their Banner ever higher. And when the dust had settled, and the fighting finally ceased... ...an Eagle lit out from the ash...and to this day, flies free.