Intro
In command, strategically overlooking the master plan
A force of hate, we will wield the final blow, to war we go
Across the field, moving fast to kill at last
Show no mercy, take no prisoners, see the blood flow
Death will come as fire.
The instruments of pain are moving in effect on the lines.
Warbirds will bring storms of death from the sky
Our soldiers march forward ready to die
Bodies clash sounds of thunder
Hear the roar of warriors
