Troops march to combat
The final battle is at hand
Defeat is not tolerated
Humanity will be execrated

Machine gunning noble bodies
Bombing castles
We carry in our bodies
The ultimate sulfur odor

Legions
Legions
Legions
Legions of misanthropy

I don't need your charitable deeds
Throw me into the abyss if I lose
For I will have no remorse
In doing this with you

I sacrifice my feelings
My power will be absolute
I will step on all the corpses

I sacrifice my bohemians
For something much bigger
I'll treat you all as mere discards