Through the ruin, through the squalor 

Through the hate 

Through the iron bars of the factory gate 

Through the pestilence, the famine 

And the death 

Capital will draw its final breath!

War!

The goad of humanity is at your back 

What are you gonna do when we're ready to attack? 

Will your minions really stand by your side? 

Face to face with our rising ride

War!

One shot could trigger your demise 

And I can see the whites of your eyes 

The force of many and the strength of steel 

Relent or be trodden under heel 

I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE 

I'm taking you down with me 

I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE 

Propaganda by the deed...