War Machine

You can smell this stench

You can almost see this paralysing fear. so unknown to

you

Death and contagion all around you

You are a vulgar creation of mass destruction

(annihilation)

Extra terrestrial tentacles lurk in you

Enormous so they reach the star frontier

Black blood flows down to you

There is no mercy in you

You are created to bring the message of murder

Your hands and eyes are testimony

And deed of bloody carnage

You were born to kill

You were born in death's chamber

Carnage... is policy. Carnage... is superpower.

Carnage... is me!

Annihilatioin sweeps across the world

Viruses, tentacles of war, famine

Cover the world with shroud of prodigality

Where you are the commandements

Your eyes will never cover with tears

Neither will your souls scream in despair

You are the creation of architects

You are a sick war machine

Carnage... is me! carnage... is superpower.

Carnage... is policy.

Like degenerated priest of extermination

You carry the message of genocide and sadism.

War grows inside you

And transmits at your innocent generations

As they become the end of your existence!

Oh! you are the lord of decay. paralytic stench

– This arena for lords and slaves.

Carnage... is me! carnage... is me! carnage... is me!

O! lord. stay yourself.