[Music & lyrics: Anders Jakobson]



Years of waiting now it's finally your turn

Drunk with power, full of hate, you'll show the world how to burn

Secure your own place in the warlord hall of fame

All should bow in respect to the master of the game



At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression

But this is it, this is the big one, the sickest of obsessions 



Start the fire, you're an arsonist old man

Let your fire rain on them, a part of your sick master plan

Kill all the enemies, make yourself a God

Then you rest, your work is done, salute your victory with blood



At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression

But this is it, this is the big one, the sickest of obsessions