Not content with all the pain,
And grief that you've inflicted,
You carry on, hell bent,
It's as if that you're addicted.

A war machine, completely hollow
Of human qualities
Like compassion and devotion;
You're obsessed with the dream
Of showing the world,
Your complete devotion.

Devotion to the evils,
To the path of death and destruction,
But once is not enough, you seem to
Stage a reconstruction.
Time after time, ruthless death,
After ruthless death, yet again,
You're not satisfied
with your mission of pain.

When will it end?
When will the war machine
Run out of power?
We wait and we will watch time pass by,
Hours after deadly hour.
The day will arrive, and I hope it's soon
That you lose your fight.
We'll watch you fall, watch you burn,
And try as you might.

But in the end you will lose,
You won't fight another day.
And until that time arrives,
We just sit tight,
Hope and Pray.