Death draws near as the will to live expires, by the blade by the bullet by the ticking hands of time
They will die with the cry of the brave and the fearless
With battle comes the fury of a thousand souls!

We annihilate the people while the weak are left screaming
Begging for mercy in the presence of the God Of War

Nothing spared in this world of deceptive lies raining in from the scorching skies
There is no escaping the horror that awaits
The destruction of humanity the end of the human race!

We annihilate the people while the weak are left screaming
Begging for mercy in the presence of the God Of War

We annihilate the people while the weak are left screaming
Begging for mercy in the presence of the God Of War.