They march at night through fiery battlefields
And the Death bell rings it's toll
They take no prisoners, they shoot to
kill
And ever onward they will roll
Plated armor of the hardest steel
Their tanks are quick and their Trooper's keen
A game of
chess with clear-cut strategy
Masters of Invasion, take your prey
Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your
grave...
The Legions follow orders manifest
No provocation to avenge
Assume a destiny to reach the West
The conquered live
in hope for their revenge
You can't escape this vicious War Machine
No sanctuary for this Grim Regime
Freedom and property are
stripped away
Masters of Invasion, take your prey
Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...
And on they
march to quench their thirst for greed
Without a warrant for their crimes
Annihilation is their craving need
And the Death bell
counts the lives
Another country doomed to die in vain
Another victim of this Mongers' Reign
Another paragraph in
History...
Masters of Invasion, take your prey
Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...