Lyrics
This is the future.
The marching of warriors.
Those on the flanks.
To the tip of the spear.
The black sun above us.
A total eclipse.
The marching of warriors.
With fists raised high.
Return the colloseum
And the Emperor held high.
To lead us forward.
Into the fray.
Tall buildings crumble.
The failing modern world.
The sickly students
And the faulty system.
The black sun above us.
Our flags and weapons.
The great symbol.
The flaming chorus.
With fists raised high.
For a new Caesar.
The marching of warriors.
To the beat of nuclear weapons.
The black sun above us.
With fists raised high.
To the beat of nuclear weapons.
The black sun above us.
With fists raised high.
To the beat of nuclear weapons.