You who are so ready to fight
And spill our children's blood
Why do you hide in bunkers so deep
Like rabbits in their warren

When bullets fly and death toil rise
Your face you do not show
Over maps you pour and strategise
And work out all expendables

If we strike first and we strike hard
You reason with your Generals
The enemy will be wiped out
And we will be the victors

Orders given, bombs are dropped
And thousands decimated
You rub your hands, with glee you shout
Their casualties far exceed ours

War is good, you propound
It boosts the economy
All these weapons that we've built
We can sell them abroad now

Never once you stop or think
Of all the pain you're causing
Look at your hands, covered in blood
From all these lives so innocent

Your name and country matter not
The same are you all
Servants of Satan, the evil one
In Hell you’ll all be rotting