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I am the wings of a killing machine, '47 born and my razor teeth rip down through the wind and the ground beneath to where the wicked wail and the devil creeps. I've broken the backs of the enemy, flown to the edge of space, and the legend known to the dead I've made: I am made of stone, so let the hammers break, and the sickles fold. Forged in the fires of the second world war, I've been to hell, and I'm back for more, so cap the gas and push back the door, turn fuel to fire, let the monster roar. I'll bleed any enemy, ground or sky, when the trigger breaks, the bullet flies...with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice.

I am the Eagle, I am fighting on,
I am a warrior and this is my song.

Deep in the belly of a bird of prey, I'll cross half the world in a half a day, born to fly in skies red as rage, and I lit the fire of the Atomic Age. Death in flight when the Eagle screams, and the boom shakes down from the edge of my wings; if death don't bring you fear, then death is coming off my leash. Come to the nightmare, come to me, to the edge of the black where the 'nether be to the wolves of the wind with a bloody shriek, come snap the chain,
cry "wake the beast!" There, in the burned and blackened ash, another enemy, dead, in the fire's breath. Smoke in the open wind won't last, the shadow of death is the one I cast.

I am the wings of a killing machine,
'47 born and my razor teeth
Rip down through the wind and the ground beneath
To where the wicked wail and the devil creeps.
I've broken the backs of the enemy, flown
To the edge of space, and the legend known
To the dead I've made: I am made of stone,
So let the hammers break, and the sickles fold.

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.

The Eagle born to those who pledged their lives and sacred honor
was smiled upon by God and freed from chains and iron collar.
He s held aloft on unity, and History, revered
For preserving through strength his wings now reach across two hundred years..
..but for each of those, and one year more, God has smiled upon The Corps...
..from the Barbary Coast to the Eastern Sand, by sword, by 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...

The eagle born by freedom won, yet held in precarious station,
set upon defense and steeled his will to guard and protect his new nation.
So he resolved, defiant of all who would challenge his right to be free,
with a "swift-sailing vessel and ten carriage guns" to hunt the world's oceans and seas.
Born to go into harm's way, come all! Ye hell or high waters be damned!
No lightning, no thunder nor hurricane gale can stand in the face of his wrath.
Be he beneath his enemy's feet or by cloud where their gaze can not go,
when Leviathan rise, every last man shall shake to the core of his soul.