Years of waiting now it's finally your turn  [bad word] with power, full of hate, you'll show the world how to burn 
Secure your own place in the warlord hall of fame 
All should bow in respect to the master of the game 
At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression 
But this is it, this is the big one, the sickest of obsessions 
Start the fire, you're an arsonist old man 
Let your fire rain on them, a part of your sick master plan 
Kill all the enemies, make yourself a God 
Then you rest, your work is done, salute your victory with blood 
At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression 
But this is it, this is the big one, the sickest of obsessions