video mirrored...I claim nothing for the making of this video. I did however use a little of it on another video. The eagle born to those who pledge their lives and sacred honor, was smiled upon god and freed from chains and iron collar. He is held aloft on unity and by history revered, for preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across 200 years. But for each of those and one year more, God has smiled upon the Corps, From the Barbary coast to the eastern sands, by sword or gun or by bare hand. So it's been and shall be weighed, though many are born, "Few are Made" Faithful always they shall remain, dogs to loose when war is waged. I am a Marine on the beach, I'm a killing machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green. Best believe I'm in a zone to be, from my yen to my yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin, come to me. cuz I'll win I'm one-of-a-kind and I'll bring death to the place your about to be. Another river of blood runnin under my feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, Stand next to me, you'll never stand alone. I'm last to leave but the first to go, hard Corps is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside, of the enemy faces in my sights. Aim with the hand, shoot withe the mind, kill with a heart like Arctic ice. I am a devil dog, I'm marching on (x2) I am a warrior and this is my song(x2) 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 ...
Wednesday 2 January 2013
By knife or gun or by bare hand.
By knife or gun or by bare hand. Tube. Duration : 5.47 Mins.
video mirrored...I claim nothing for the making of this video. I did however use a little of it on another video. The eagle born to those who pledge their lives and sacred honor, was smiled upon god and freed from chains and iron collar. He is held aloft on unity and by history revered, for preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across 200 years. But for each of those and one year more, God has smiled upon the Corps, From the Barbary coast to the eastern sands, by sword or gun or by bare hand. So it's been and shall be weighed, though many are born, "Few are Made" Faithful always they shall remain, dogs to loose when war is waged. I am a Marine on the beach, I'm a killing machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green. Best believe I'm in a zone to be, from my yen to my yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin, come to me. cuz I'll win I'm one-of-a-kind and I'll bring death to the place your about to be. Another river of blood runnin under my feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, Stand next to me, you'll never stand alone. I'm last to leave but the first to go, hard Corps is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside, of the enemy faces in my sights. Aim with the hand, shoot withe the mind, kill with a heart like Arctic ice. I am a devil dog, I'm marching on (x2) I am a warrior and this is my song(x2) 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 ...
video mirrored...I claim nothing for the making of this video. I did however use a little of it on another video. The eagle born to those who pledge their lives and sacred honor, was smiled upon god and freed from chains and iron collar. He is held aloft on unity and by history revered, for preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across 200 years. But for each of those and one year more, God has smiled upon the Corps, From the Barbary coast to the eastern sands, by sword or gun or by bare hand. So it's been and shall be weighed, though many are born, "Few are Made" Faithful always they shall remain, dogs to loose when war is waged. I am a Marine on the beach, I'm a killing machine, with a need to bleed you when the light goes green. Best believe I'm in a zone to be, from my yen to my yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin, come to me. cuz I'll win I'm one-of-a-kind and I'll bring death to the place your about to be. Another river of blood runnin under my feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, Stand next to me, you'll never stand alone. I'm last to leave but the first to go, hard Corps is the only way I know. I feed on the fear of the devil inside, of the enemy faces in my sights. Aim with the hand, shoot withe the mind, kill with a heart like Arctic ice. I am a devil dog, I'm marching on (x2) I am a warrior and this is my song(x2) 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 ...
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