Gene-

rals

gathe-

red

in

their

mass-

es

Just

like

wit-

ches

at

black

mass-

es

Ev-

il

minds

that

plot

de-

struc-

tion

Sor-

ce-

rers

of

death's

con-

struc-

tion

In

the

fields

the

bo-

dies

burn-

ing

As

the

war

ma-

chine

keeps

turn-

ing

Death

and

hatr-

ed

to

man-

kind

Poi-

son-

ing

their

brain-

washed

minds

Oh

Lord,

yeah!

Po-

i-

ti-

cians

hide

them-

selves

a-

way

They

on-

ly

start-

ed

the

war

Why

should

they

go

out

to

fight?

They

leave

their

role

to

the

poor

yeah

Time

will

tell

on

their

po-

wer

minds

Mak-

ing

war

just

for

fun

Treat-

ing

peo-

ple

just

like

pawns

in

chess

Wait

`till

their

jud-

gement

day

comes,

yeah!

Now

in

dark-

ness,

world

stops

turn-

ing,

Ash-

es

where

the

bo-

dies

burn-

ing.

No

more

War

Pigs

have

the

po-

wer,

Hand

of

God

has

struck

the

ho-

ur.

Day

of

jud-

gement,

God

is

call-

ing,

On

their

knees

the

war

pigs

crawl-

ing

Begg-

ing

mer-

cy

for

their

sins,

Sa-

tan,

laugh-

ing,

spreads

his

wings

Oh

lord,

yeah!