Born inside a madman's mind
Heaten thoughts await to spread
Safe inside their concrete bunkers of lies
Their decision is what you dread

Cannon balls are filled with poison needles
They shred the skin then burn the insides
No escape from these horrendous deaths
If you're not the one who decides

They hide
Never die
These are the gods of war

Distant bombs resound like thousands thunders
When lightning strikes death will prevail
But they'll be safe, death don't touch them
Or so they think, till the last moment

Coward bunch of greedy bastard people
It's the gold that makes them move
Only way to stop their act for good
Is to blow them up

Whatch the bombs that fall upon them
Watch the bombs that fall on them