War Ensemble - Battlecross

Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be

Corpses rotting through the night, in blood-laced misery

Scorched earth, the policy, the reason for the siege

The pendulum, it shaves the blade, the strafing air blood raid

Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines

Supreme art of strategy, playing on the minds

Bombard 'till submission, take all to their graves

Indication of triumph: the numbers that are dead

Sport the war

War support

The sport is war, total war

When victory’s really massacre

The final swing is not a drill

It’s how many people I can kill

Sport the war

War support

The sport is war, total war

When victory’s really survival

The final swing is not a drill

It’s how many people I can kill

Be dead, be from above

When darkness falls

Descend onto my sights

Your fallen walls

Spearhead break through the lines

Flanked all around

Soldiers of attrition

Forward their ground

Regime prophetic age

Old in its time

Flowing veins run on through

Deep in the Rhine

Center of the web

All battles scored

What is our war crimes

Era forever more

War

Propaganda war ensemble, burial to be

Bones, shining by the night, in blood-laced misery

Campaign of elimination, twisted psychology

When victory is to survive, and death is defeat

Sport the war

War support

The sport is war, total war

When the end is a slaughter

The final swing is not a drill

It’s how many people I can kill