Born from the dark, 
In the black cloak of night 
To envelop its prey below, 
Deliver to the light 
To eliminate your enemy, 
Hit them in their sleep, 
And when all is won and lost, 
The spoils of wars are yours to keep 

Great nations built from the bones of the dead, 
With mud and straw, blood and sweat, 
You know your worth when your enemies 
Praise your architecture of aggression 

Ensuing power vacuum, 
A toppled leader dies 
His body fuels the power fire, 
And the flames rise to the sky 
One side of his face a kiss, 
The other genocide 
Time to pay with your ass, 
A worldwide suicide 

Born from the dark, 
In the black cloak of night 
To envelop its prey below, 
Deliver to the light 
To eliminate your enemy, 
Hit then in their sleep, 
And when all is won and lost, 
The spoils of war are yours to keep

Great nations built from the bones of the dead, 
With mud and straw, blood and sweat, 
You know your worth when your enemies 
Praise your architecture of aggression