It's an ideal as old as man itself, a value obscured, yet never deceased   A way of life that must go on, a knowledge that lives in the hearts of the chosen   As sure as life and death itself, a thinking and being that must survive   And if our campaign is pure, and commitment lives within our hearts   Our quest will go forth unharmed, for glory is fleeting   And victory's just a part of doing the job right, and it'll take place like this   And it's an age old ideal and one that never died   For there was no beginning, no vortex in time   And the footsteps now trodden, imprint the souls of those who served   We march to the same beat, although we're of a different time   If our campaign is pure, if our campaign is true   And we won't tolerate a thing that stands in the way of completing our quest   And it'll shape up like this   For vengeance will be swift via a hand so merciless   And the hammers will roll out in a bloody masquerade   And some things never change no matter how oft the clock does turn   We march to the same beat though we're of a different time   And if our campaign is pure, and the weapon of choice is within our reach   Our quest shall go forth unharmed   For while glory is fleeting the spoils will be ours just the same   And it'll take place like this   And all subversives crushed, our legacy this will be, with no ifs or buts to be heard   And we'll sound the siren for our faith to rise again   And future generations will fly the flag