Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be Corpses rotting through the night in blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy, the reason for the siege The pendulum it shaves the blade, strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines Supreme art of strategy, playing on the minds Bombard 'til submission, take all to their graves Indication of triumph, the number that are dead Sport the war War support The sport is war, total war When victory is really a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Sport the war War support The sport is war, total war When victory is really a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Be dead, fiend from above when darkness falls Descend onto my sights your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines, flanked all around Soldiers of attrition forward their ground Regime prophetic age, old in its time Flowing veins run on through deep in the Rhine Center of the web, all battles scored What is our war crime, era forever more War! Propaganda war ensemble, burial to be Bones shining by the night in blood laced misery Campaign of elimination, twisted psychology When victory is to survive, and death is defeat Sport the war War support The sport is war, total war When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill