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