As we march through the cities

of conquered lands

A feeling of power

Takes over our minds



When we see the enemies' fate

Upon our hands

So difficult to keep control

Rage and insanity

Fill our hearts

Are we but animals?



Years of warfare

Exterminated ideals

All that is left

Are animal instincts



Control Control, we must control!

Control Control, we must control!

Control Control, we must control!

Control Control, we must control!



Rage and insanity

Fill our hearts

We feel like animals

We march! We march! We march!



Megalomania

We are God!