I've got the claws and the teeth of a killing machine,
with a need to bleed them when the light goes green.

Put a grin on my chin, when they come to me,
as I bring death to the place they're about to be.

Another river of blood running under my feet,
from our =UM= base to the war torn street.

We're forged in fire from the hardest stone,
stand beside me and you'll never stand alone.

I'm last to leave, but first to go,
bringing all fire from hell below.

I feed on the fear of the devil inside
and the slain enemy faces in my sight.

Aim with the hand, shoot with the mind,
kill with a heart long left behind.

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,
If another one stands I'll kill some more.

Hope is a moment now long past,
for the shadow of death is the one =UM= cast.