Chords for The Warrior Song - Aquila Natus (with lyrics)

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The shoddered round the world shook the earth with great resound.
Flags were split, the riders fled to warn the farms and towns.
The Gaul too arms united them in grim [E] determination.
They vowed to see the evil born and made their [D] declaration.
Honor bound and bread they stood as one in their defiance.
[E] A continental arm raised on common man's [D] alliance.
For liberty, the fire, and the hearts of men did forge.
The will to break their shackles free and shake them into swords.
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I am of blood and [G] loyals in the heart of the beast.
I'm a killer machine [Bb] with a hunger deep.
I'll scorch the earth with a mighty streak and a million full metal jacketeens.
You better believe it when the [G] boot comes down, the blood I spill on the battleground.
I'll soak the earth until the wicked [C] drown in the death I deal when the hate comes [D] out.
Or the beating of the [Dm] drums of war.
Sinked in the fire and the valley floors.
Made hard in the waters of the beach.
I've [G] grown from the devil's claws and warrior voice.
[D] Thunder cracked and the enemy dies when the barrel spits, the fire flies.
In some point, the [A] killing time, I [N] kill with a heart like Arctic [Bb] ice.
I am a soldier [C] and I'm marching on.
[D] I am a soldier and I'm marching on.
[Bb] I am a warrior [C] and this is my song.
[D] I am a warrior [F] and this is my song.
[D] My boots are the feet and the rhythm I tread.
Shake the [F] ground like a thunderhead.
Rain down in a hail of fire and [G] land like a reverie running through my [D] head.
Here where the lesbians live and die, where the eagles [N] scream and the reaper [F] hides.
Hell can't stop me, the [G] devil tried and I killed him twice in 45.
[D] Come to the [Am] nightmare, come to [Dm] me.
I'll grind your bones with a [F] crushing tick.
Serve to the swine and come to [G] me.
I'll speak to the bear and the tears you'll [D] weep.
I'll flood the earth in a sea of brass.
I'll watch you burn in the [F] fire's wrath.
Pray to the [A] devil that damns you [G] last.
The shadow of death is the one I [Bb] cast.
I am a soldier [C] and I'm marching on.
[D] I am a warrior and this is my song.
[Bb] I am a fire, [C] the sword and the gun.
_ [D] I am a warrior and this is my song.
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Those of you [D] who have not been at [D] war, do [Dm] not realize [D] what those of us who have been [Dm] _
at war do for you [G] _ with our blood and your [F] money.
_ [D] _ _ I want you to [C] remember the sacrifice that these men have [G] made must not be in vain.
[Bb] It [C] damages no one to say [D] to men that you lost, go out and get [C] killed. _
We've had to [G] say it and by God they have gone and [F] they have won.
Now [E] I live free and [G] I'm free to inflict and [D] breathe.
And the beasts of me still out here [F] grease.
The guilt of the sins coming out to [G] create on the land of the [C] fire and the [D] gasoline.
I'll mother blood of the ones who died as well as the warriors at my [F] side.
They don't know [A] my [G] pride, for God and country [Bb] I'll end your life.
I am a soldier [C] and I'm marching on.
[D] I am a warrior and this is my song.
[Bb] I am a fire, [C] the sword [Gm] and the gun.
[D] I am a warrior and this is my song.
[Bb] _ A war fighter [C] I will keep marching on.
[D] I am a warrior and this is my song.
[Bb] I am a mighty, [C] a million and one.
[D] _ I am a warrior and this is my song.
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_ They stood against an empire born a thousand years ago.
But liberty or death, no that's what every last man chose.
[E] They fought and died for better [A] lives, uncertain what may come.
As lions on the battlefield, [Eb] till freedom [D] had been won.
Though cannonballs and musket rounds, explosions, gold and fire.
Will challenge their resolve, they raise their banner ever [Eb] higher.
And when the dust had settled [B] and the fighting [D] finally ceased.
An eagle bit out from the ash and to this day. Fly street. _ _ _
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