Must seems to people simply a war.
What is war, what is gore, what's a dead man, a genocide!?
Bright jet-fighters, no heavy tanks, tanned flyers.
But you don't see that it's a simple war.
That the dead man says: "Thanks for the present".
'Cause they have many plans, plots and fakes.
Masters that we will lock up!
They want destruction, your life's sacrificed.
They want supremacy, but if you give it you will die.
Their wars that don't belong to us!
Their wars that we have never chosen!