Bloodshed of a conservative force

Death is selling well, of course

Third world is an easy aim

Let's start the slaying game



In times of ignorance

It's the cruel who will decide

Of a life and death license

No chance to hide



Vendetta, kill or be killed

Too much blood has already been spilled

Vendetta, the soul demands for revenge

Punish all of those who don't have the inner strength



Lustful blood and games

Pain has too many names

Fight fire with fire

Builds up a sad and cruel empire



How to sort out the difference

Between gravity and nonsense

In times of manipulation

Truth or imagination?



The blood thirst of the hypnotized masses

Screams for more gore and guts

The play is over, ashes to ashes

The lucky survivor will go nuts