Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Politicians hide themselves away
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that all to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgment day comes
Now, in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgment, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins