Roaring thunder and the marching feet How many times it has been this way Like a swarming storm of endless fear Across the phantom lands of greed And all the passing centuries And all the future dreams And all that mankind once believed Now futile...bound in depravity I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine When morning sun reveals the constant mortal fight Unleashed by those blinded by their night Roaring thunder and the marching feet of war As above and below still remains the light Now I am becoming death The destroyer of the worlds I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine I'm a war machine