Moving through the cover of night 
With battle hardened hate in their eyes 
Anticipate the surgical strike 
Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony 

Violence, the purest form, a primitive trait 
The weak will inherit the Earth piled on top of their graves 
Survival is slipping the attack has already begun 
Dominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choice 
A vicious tradition since the dawn of man 

Traumatizing agony 
Murderous revelry, smashing people to pieces 
This kind of hate cannot be contained 
Those who have fallen onto the ground will never rise again 

Squalid and broken no match for the enemy 
Too weak to fight back no chance for escape 
Covered in their own blood 
The surgical strike must go on 
Ripping out organs they're hung on display 
A message to others they'll die the same way 
Covered in their own blood 
The surgical strike must go on 

[Solo: Rob Barrett] 
[Solo: Pat O'Brien] 

Squalid and broken no match for the enemy 
Too weak to fight back no chance for escape 
Covered in their own blood 
The surgical strike must go on 
Ripping out organs they're hung on display 
A message to others they'll die the same way 
Covered in their own blood 
The surgical strike must go on 

Moving through the cover of night 
With battle hardened hate in their eyes 
Anticipate the surgical strike 
Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony