War is a death's feast
 Worse then war
 Is the fear of war

 Many times
 Before their death
 Cowards die
 Why turn the
 Other cheek
 Annihilate them all
 Or they will us
 Poison words
 They serve
 With their lies
 Smash into
 Oblivion
 To anyone who
 Disagree
 Point of death
 The pain
 Is gone

 Terminus Maximus
 Terminus Maximus

 Many have fallen
 By the edge of
 The sword
 As the tongue
 Cut them out to the
 Very core
 Is the only way to
 Deal with them
 A man who will
 Not flee
 Will make his foes flee
 Honor's field
 Advancing
 Who is like unto me
 So blessed are the
 Strong and wise

 Terminus Terminus
 Terminus Maximus
 Maximus Maximus
 Terminus Maximus

 It seems strange
 Men fear death
 It's the final blow
 It will come when it will come