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