the art of death rush through their blood The word on their tongue ready to speak waiting for devil's command Silver with nuclear powers Power was given
as dawn is born Strike fear, all units act as one Thin red line, the power of man Ours is the path of light Redemption through superior fire power Mirrors
they would rule, building castles and tycoons A crust out to the third world, sending rockets to the moon Making missiles, tanks and bombs, nuclear power for our homos Raising hell
A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath the power
and stricken land The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand And in the
distrust of them. The essence of so called capitalist society is not an evil volition to subject their people to the power of indoctrification or the power
