| Song | Bred for war |
| Artist | Dismember |
| Album | Death Metal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blomqvist, Estby, Karki | |
| Three hundred years has passed | |
| Time is ripe for return | |
| Back to the holy lands | |
| Where our souls yearn | |
| Across the barren waste | |
| Through the mists of space | |
| From sun to sun | |
| Who will win the race | |
| We are bred for war | |
| Heed the crusader call | |
| To claim the sacred prize | |
| The cradle of us all | |
| Like a sword we cut | |
| Through occupied lands | |
| Bringing justice and order | |
| To a lesser race | |
| We shall conquer you all | |
| And rule with an iron hand | |
| And then came the day | |
| Of cursed [unverified] | |
| Where seven was gathered | |
| Against a greater white | |
| Only one met success | |
| Through the firestorm | |
| We are bred for war | |
| Hear the Ghost bear roar | |
| We are bred for supremacy | |
| Fear the jaguar claws | |
| We breed to improve | |
| Feel the Jade falcons wrath | |
| We are bred for war | |
| We are bred for death |
| zuo ci : Blomqvist, Estby, Karki | |
| Three hundred years has passed | |
| Time is ripe for return | |
| Back to the holy lands | |
| Where our souls yearn | |
| Across the barren waste | |
| Through the mists of space | |
| From sun to sun | |
| Who will win the race | |
| We are bred for war | |
| Heed the crusader call | |
| To claim the sacred prize | |
| The cradle of us all | |
| Like a sword we cut | |
| Through occupied lands | |
| Bringing justice and order | |
| To a lesser race | |
| We shall conquer you all | |
| And rule with an iron hand | |
| And then came the day | |
| Of cursed unverified | |
| Where seven was gathered | |
| Against a greater white | |
| Only one met success | |
| Through the firestorm | |
| We are bred for war | |
| Hear the Ghost bear roar | |
| We are bred for supremacy | |
| Fear the jaguar claws | |
| We breed to improve | |
| Feel the Jade falcons wrath | |
| We are bred for war | |
| We are bred for death |
| zuò cí : Blomqvist, Estby, Karki | |
| Three hundred years has passed | |
| Time is ripe for return | |
| Back to the holy lands | |
| Where our souls yearn | |
| Across the barren waste | |
| Through the mists of space | |
| From sun to sun | |
| Who will win the race | |
| We are bred for war | |
| Heed the crusader call | |
| To claim the sacred prize | |
| The cradle of us all | |
| Like a sword we cut | |
| Through occupied lands | |
| Bringing justice and order | |
| To a lesser race | |
| We shall conquer you all | |
| And rule with an iron hand | |
| And then came the day | |
| Of cursed unverified | |
| Where seven was gathered | |
| Against a greater white | |
| Only one met success | |
| Through the firestorm | |
| We are bred for war | |
| Hear the Ghost bear roar | |
| We are bred for supremacy | |
| Fear the jaguar claws | |
| We breed to improve | |
| Feel the Jade falcons wrath | |
| We are bred for war | |
| We are bred for death |