The masses assemble by torch-light
fuelled by the brutal temper of might makes right
as they sing the molten songs of the Nuremburg Night.
From the gates of Stalingrad
to the ruins of Bagdad,
this blood-greased engine will roll on forever.
There can only be one flag
the rest are only painted rags
so make way for the merchants of disorder.
Forget the lies you have been told
and the reasons you have been sold----
blood is the only currency in this new order.
Battle hymns and severed limbs,
mutant orphans and displaced kin,
they won't be missed so scatter their ashes to the wind.
If this seems as bad as it can get
you havn't seen anything yet,
the present is only a rehersal
for the future.
Murder another culture now,
the world's too crowded anyhow----
One mans victory is another mans misery.
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