Propaganda death ensemble

Burial to be

Corpses rotting through the night

In blood laced misery

Scorched earth the policy

The reason for the siege

The pendulum it shaves the blade

The strafing air blood raid



Infiltration push reserves

Encircle the front lines

Supreme art of strategy

Playing on the minds

Bombard till submission

Take all to their graves

Indication of triumph

The number[s] that are dead



(Chorus:)

Sport the war, war support

The sport is war, total war

When victory's a massacre [sings 'really massacre' 1st time, 'really survival' 2nd]

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill



(Chorus)



Be dead fiend from above

When darkness falls

Descend onto my sights

Your fallen walls

Spearhead break through the lines

Flanked all around

Soldiers of attrition

Forward their ground

Regime prophetic age

Old in its time

Flowing veins run on through

Deep in the Rhine

Center of the web

All battles scored

What is our war crimes

(era forever more... war)



Propaganda war ensemble

Burial to be

Bones shining by the night

In blood laced misery

Campaign of elimination

Twisted psychology

When victory is to survive

And death is defeat



Sport the war, war support

The sport is [war,] total war

When victory's a massacre [doesn't sing this]

When victory is survival　[or this!]

When this end is a slaughter

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill