The Warrior SongI’ve got the reach and the teeth of a killin’ machine,
with a need to bleed you when the light goes green
best believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze
put a grin on my chin when you come to me,
‘cuz I’ll win, I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death
to the place you’re 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, Lord, make me dead before you make me old
The Warrior Song - LeviathanThe 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, no hurricane gale, can stand in the face of his wrath. Be he beneath his enemy's feet or by clouds where their gaze can not go, when Leviathan rise, every last man shall shake to the core of his soul...
Now, fear the deep and the teeth of the killin’ machine, with a need to bleed you anywhere you be, best believe, I’m in the zone to be, from my Yin 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 you’re 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, Lord, "underway's" 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 with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice
I am Leviathan, "death" is my call,
I am a warrior and this is my song
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, and if another one stands I’ll kill some more. Bullet in the breech and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, if death don’t bring you fear then death ain't comin' from the deep. Come to the nightmare, come to me, way down in the dark where the devil be, in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs in the aftermath; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast.