As we march through the cities

of conquered lands


A feeling of power


Takes over our minds

When we see the enemies' fate


Upon our hands


So difficult to keep control

Rage and insanity


Fill our hearts


Are we but animals?

Years of warfare


Exterminated ideals


All that is left

Are animal instincts


Control Control, we must control!


Control Control, we must control!

Control Control, we must control!


Control Control, we must control!


Rage and insanity

Fill our hearts


We feel like animals


We march! We march! We march!

Megalomania


We are God!