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Lay off and blind your fears

The exile or the hanging

Knees down, you pity greed

For I'm confusion's ending

Head of muscular force

Leader of who stops starving

Chief of desperate souls

Feet only made for marchin'

The air is freezing now

The furnaces are burning

Women and children cry

They say we're not returning

But I left all behind

Machine man, strong and furious

If there'll be sacrifice

It will be mighty glorious

The prophet has screamed aloud

"Your war takes to burial grounds"

But still I will face the gods

Your own lives are yours no more

War's horns are callin'

Hell's gates are crumblin'

Kommander

Now all is plain and done

In sweat and blood we're plowing

The earth calls out for more

We know well where it's going

There'll be another war

More magic, more destruction

Another day to store

Another chain reaction

The prophet has screamed aloud

"Your war takes to burial grounds"

But still I will face the gods

Your own lives are yours no more

War's horns are callin'

Hell's gates are crumblin'

Kommander