Soilbleed (V.3) کے بول

The marine corps Does not want robots The marine corps Wants killers The marine corps Wants do build indestructible men Men without fear The marine corps Wants killers Men without fear (2X) One! Two! Three! Four! (6x) (And then you will be in a world of shit!) My corps! Your corps! Our corps! Marine corps! (2X) Sythe's cold edge thrust Spreading blood on their face Bells toll the coming of their final days Red flowers growing To mark all our tears The pain and the anguish We're planting the seeds Reaching forward, through the dark Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud Reaching forward, through the dark Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds Rot and corrosion The throth in your lungs There is no release Gasp despair through the mud Red flowers growing To mark all our tears The pain and the anguish We're planting the seeds Reaching forward, through the dark Dead, marching forward, much colder than the cud Reaching forward, through the dark Spreading the soilbleed, no return when you're marked Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds Contorted spirit Distorted creed You know that your time has come When the soil bleeds