Scorched earth the policy

Regime prophetic age
It's how many people I can kill
Descend into my sights

The reason for the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
Sport the war, war support
The number's that are dead
Old in its time
Playing on the minds
Sport the war, war support
Era forever more, war

Soldiers of attrition
Bombard till submission
Sport the war, war support
Deep in the Rhine
When darkness falls
The sport is war, total war
Infiltration push reserves
When victory's really massacre
The sport is war, total war
The final swing is not a drill
Center of the web
Flowing veins run on through
Forward their ground
Take all to their graves
Campaign of elimination
Encircle the front lines
Burial to be
And death is defeat

Be dead, be from above

When the end is a slaughter
Twisted psychology
Corpses rotting through the night

Your fallen walls
It's how many people I can kill
When victory is to survive
Supreme art of strategy

The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
When victory's really survival

All battles scored
In blood laced misery
Flanked all around
What is our war crimes
In blood laced misery

The final swing is not a drill
The sport is war, total war
Indication of triumph

Spearhead break through the lines
The strafing air blood raid
Propaganda war ensemble
Bones shining by the night