Songtext von Hail! Tyrants of War

Hail! Tyrants of War Only he would know his might, know his goals To not tolerate what should not be To accomplish that which should be, evolution The power of the past Behold, might is master Great race supreme and unlimitless Hail, Tyrants of war Hail beast of man The right of nature is to overcome He would do so to out strip his rivals A swath cut through natural order Pale faced warriors, harken Kinglings attack Undisputable might conquest unparallel mighty ones prevail Completing the circle, we are sons born from triumph Trumpeters resound through thunder bolts of steel Primal hordes reviled Atop morning vapor sacrificed armies Chaos Teutonic might reviled An iron will for an iron age An iron people for an iron kingdom Hail, Tyrants of War