Channelling the spirit of warfare

Rise! Devil great beast from the depths
Alas! The time has come to fulfil the oath
Nation after nation like wolves prowl for death
Their white fangs shall pierce naked throats

The hills of the Krim
Screams shall fade
Into Deaths cold grin
Charge the light brigade

(Chorus)
A channeling of the spirit of warfare is nigh
The strike leaves only a secret of the scythe
The Devils own game for lords and sires
The mighty shall always dominate the meek
For the will of the strong is the law of the weak
A constant claim for absolute power

Violence is ever the greatest virtue of man
No Dogma more divine, no doctrine more immortal
Resistance is futile and your price from her hand
Are broken bones and a hacked open soul!

Twin thunderbolts
On a black uniform
Against social revolts
And a nation scorn

A dying soldier gasps for air
As his soul leaves his body
His mind drifts away as his eyes go blank
All that remains is a cold dead stare
Once so full of life and spirit
Now he has joined the netherworlds
And their innumerable ranks
The battlefield lies still
In the dead of the night
As a murder of ravens
pluck the carcasses eyes
An Asylum of il-will
For those weary of life
A night crawlers haven
For every twisted vibe

Visions will fade and dreams will be forgotten
Idols will break and ideals will crumble
Empires will rise and fade to shadow and dust
Strength will emerge and conquer again and again

In democracy's name
The false must learn
The jungle In flames
As the napalm burns