Through the ruin, through the squalor Through the hate Through the iron bars of the factory gate Through the pestilence, the famine And the death Capital will draw its final breath! War! The goad of humanity is at your back What are you gonna do when we're ready to attack? Will your minions really stand by your side? Face to face with our rising ride War! One shot could trigger your demise And I can see the whites of your eyes The force of many and the strength of steel Relent or be trodden under heel I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE I'm taking you down with me I WILL DIE FOR WHAT I BELIEVE Propaganda by the deed...