We came by sea and through the air
Our troops are everywhere
Lies are spread by foreign gods
We will win this moral fight
Marching on to your delight
It a world of hate and fear
We will conquer you will disappear
Called upon by a wicked sound
Plant the flag in holy ground
Blood and thunder in the night
We will survive and stand our ground
Freedom of speech is sacred to us
You can't tell us what to do
What to be seen depend on the eye
We will draw what we want
Warhead - Violent bloodsheet