We came by sea and through the air Our troops are everywhere Lies are spread by foreign gods We can not be controlled We will win this moral fight Marching on to your delight It a world of hate and fear We will conquer you will disappear Called upon by a wicked sound Plant the flag in holy ground Blood and thunder in the night The battle has begun We will survive and stand our ground Freedom of speech is sacred to us Condemned into eternity We will not give in You can't tell us what to do What to be seen depend on the eye Ignorance takes many forms We will draw what we want Warhead - Violent bloodsheet Warhead - Violent demise