Born from the dark, In the black cloak of night To envelop its prey
below, Deliver to the light To eliminate your enemy, Hit them in their
sleep, And when all is won and lost, The spoils of wars are yours to
keep
Great nations built from the bones of the dead, With mud and
straw, blood and sweat, You know your worth when your enemies Praise your
architecture of aggression
Ensuing power vacuum, A toppled leader
dies His body fuels the power fire, And the flames rise to the sky One
side of his face a kiss, The other genocide Time to pay with your
ass, A worldwide suicide
Born from the dark, In the black cloak of
night To envelop its prey below, Deliver to the light To eliminate your
enemy, Hit then in their sleep, And when all is won and lost, The
spoils of war are yours to keep