we see them comming a mile away
gathered to kill on the desolate plain
no fear in our minds
pure hate in our hearts
miscalculation of our strength their bane
take us lightly and well make you pay
pride left them defenseless
no mercy for hubris
(solo: Pat O'Brien)
they rush to fight us and we stand and wait
pulses quicken as they take the bait
mere seconds to slaughter
we can wait no longer
closing fast with their weapons high
still believing it's we that will die
now they learn they where wrong
now the killing will start
tear the bastards apart
