[bad word] son of a thousand wars
Born and raised in [bad word] Human killing machine was bred
trail where the dead soldiers lie
Years splattered with blood
Walk a path strewn with corpses
Doing mission after mission
Now war is in my blood

War is in my blood

Memories of forgotten wars
Keep haunting my mind
Images of death and suffering
The bloody nightmares never end

Withdrawn in the woods
With the bloodhounds on his track
Jungle warfare tactics
Used to have them trapped
Taking them down one by one
As screams fill the night
Stabbing, shooting, impaling
Those weaklings all will die

They drew first blood
No deed left undone
They drew first blood
Now death [bad word] 
War

Driving spikes through their limbs
As war is in his blood
Hunters [bad word] the hunted
Since they drew first blood
 [bad word] son of a thousand wars
Born and raised in [bad word] Human killing machine was bred
trail where the dead soldiers lie
Years splattered with blood
Walk a path strewn with corpses
Doing mission after mission
Now war is in my blood

War is in my blood