Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields, the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds Oh, Lord, yeah! Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that all to the poor Yeah Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait till their judgment day comes Yeah Now, in darkness, world stops turning Ashes where their bodies burning No more war pigs have the power Hand of God has struck the hour Day of judgment, God is calling On their knees, the war pigs crawling Begging mercies for their sins Satan laughing spreads his wings Oh, Lord, yeah!
Writer(s): Butler Terrence (usa 2), Iommi F Frank