These cards of scorn that we’re dealing
Gutless, gutted, leave them squealing
There’s nothing left but their skin that we’re peeling back
War machines are roaring
Death birds, see them soaring
Insatiable blood thirst,
And this all can only get worse.
Can’t you see what you did? You ruiners
Spit your rage. Claim your slaves.
Sink your fangs into this earth.
Unleash the scum. The beating of their drums.
You try to speak out. They’re cutting out your tongue.
There’s no way to fix the damage that they've done.
Governed by snakes, until we’re swallowed by the sun.
Insatiable blood thirst
And this all can only get worse