Your part of the military, you're a trained killing machine
And your body's ripped with newfound muscle
And you got yourself a gun
Just turned eighteen, and you think you're a man
A brave hero, embarking on a noble journey
To invade the foreign lands and eradicate the enemy
And the world will sing your praise
Come now, man, and face me now!
I'll set you straight, and show you the truth
I'm a modern horror show, I'm the wicked child
Of all that's evil and corrupt in the world
The desert sands will be your burial grounds
Don't pray to your God, he can't save you
You're in my realm, the realm of demons!
Lucifer smiles, and Set eagerly awaits your demise!
Just turned eighteen, and you know you're a boy
A lost child in the holy Hell that is war
And your body's broken, your soul is forfeit
And the world will forget your face, your name reduced to a number.