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This is the regiment from Strides
1. Pacification of Murcia
The beginning of a new age
The start of a new era
We are the 51st
We are New Humanity
We are the weapons of war
We are the Iron Fist of Britain
The continent will fall to us
The British Empire will rule again
We are the 51st Airborne Assault
And we live for the Fight
15. Battle of Andorra
We are the 51st Airborne Assault
And we bring death to our enemies
Justaerin Project – 12 men and women
One mission to secure the landing site
The 51st is assigned to it
Our accident was our compliance
Of orders that led to the
Darkness
Our ‘condition’ we named it
Our ‘Sanctum of Tempest’
Our battle for our souls
Our lives are forfeit
We live to die in the wells of war
The heat of battle and
The silence of death
21st Massacre of Toulouse
Our 21st mission
Our last mission
Our descent into infamy
Our sign became one to fear
Our banner flew at the death
Of everything we knew
Our Death had arrived
Through our own hands we brought it
Our Sanctum had become our prison
We are nothing
We are no one
We are the Dead
We are no longer here
Are deaths ring in the ears of Britain
As killers and monsters we are Heralded
We are Death
the writing at the bottom of the banner
1. Pacification of Murcia
The beginning of a new age
The start of a new era
We are the 51st
We are New Humanity
We are the weapons of war
We are the Iron Fist of Britain
The continent will fall to us
The British Empire will rule again
We are the 51st Airborne Assault
And we live for the Fight
15. Battle of Andorra
We are the 51st Airborne Assault
And we bring death to our enemies
Justaerin Project – 12 men and women
One mission to secure the landing site
The 51st is assigned to it
Our accident was our compliance
Of orders that led to the
Darkness
Our ‘condition’ we named it
Our ‘Sanctum of Tempest’
Our battle for our souls
Our lives are forfeit
We live to die in the wells of war
The heat of battle and
The silence of death
21st Massacre of Toulouse
Our 21st mission
Our last mission
Our descent into infamy
Our sign became one to fear
Our banner flew at the death
Of everything we knew
Our Death had arrived
Through our own hands we brought it
Our Sanctum had become our prison
We are nothing
We are no one
We are the Dead
We are no longer here
Are deaths ring in the ears of Britain
As killers and monsters we are Heralded
We are Death
the writing at the bottom of the banner
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