Violator
Executor of the truth
True believers
In mass illusion, not proof
See our progress, the crown of creation
Smokescreen negotiations
Leaving you powerless, helpless, naive
Clinging to your illusions

Warm ashes
Cold bodies
Dead silence
Their will, their way, our law
We all hail it
All of the progress we've shown
We all hail this
Glorious world it has spawned

Smokescreens are shattered and one truth remains
Power gives right and is law
Those who have doubted will surely find it
When struck down by shock and awe

Warm ashes
Cold bodies
Dead silence
Their will, their way, our law
Precision
Their mission
Pre-emptive
Their will, their way, our law

Through the ashes
Through the flames
Powers tructures
Still remain