Badge Of Honor

Three hundred and sixty degrees
Squared by three hundred and sixty degrees
Surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees
Locked in by three hundred and sixty degrees

That's fourteen hundred and forty degrees in me
But what my enemies don't see I contain another seven hundred and twenty degrees
The runes of my history hides my pedigree with hidden angles
The seven hundred and twenty degrees are multiplied by war with four triangles

The ancient runes were bled from an older script
Two thousand- one hundred and sixty holds existence in it's grip
Not on the battlefield, but we also surround you on the hills
Our numbers are interlocked to ensure our tribe's will

We survive as one from the moment that we hit the battlefield
Running around the inner circle with both sword and shield
Climbing over Haidran's Wall, scaling Stonehenge
We attacked the Great Wall Of China way back when it was actually just a fence

Our demons are locked in here with us, we're bonded by spirit and blood
We wage war with what is and over what was
My insignia is my family crest
I wage war for it and wear it proudly upon my chest

Amor has been pierced revealing that it is branded upon my skin
The attempts to escape is deflected again and again
We live this life dictated by circle, squares, and runes
With those ever elusive triangles keeping our Alpha and Omega in tune