Born inside a madman's mind Heaten thoughts await to spread Safe inside their concrete bunkers of lies Their decision is what you dread Cannon balls are filled with poison needles They shred the skin then burn the insides No escape from these horrendous deaths If you're not the one who decides They hide Never die These are the gods of war Distant bombs resound like thousands thunders When lightning strikes death will prevail But they'll be safe, death don't touch them Or so they think, till the last moment Coward bunch of greedy bastard people It's the gold that makes them move Only way to stop their act for good Is to blow them up Whatch the bombs that fall upon them Watch the bombs that fall on them