On the field of the fight
There's an army standing proud
Hate is all that they feel
As their deaths are lurking near
All they want is to kill
Those who are on their way
All their actions are for the cause
The only goal total war
The artist rules them all
And he paints with blood
With the orchestra in arms
You're taking a part
The art of war
When the battle has been won
And they all are dead and gone
There is always new enemies
And the fight will never seize
The commander stands up on the hill
Looking down upon the battlefield
Without a tear he commands them to die
Without fear they fulfill their task
The art of war, hatred's final form
The art of war, beauty of horror
The art of war, lusting for control
The art of war, the order of chaos
The artist rules them all
And he paints with blood
With the orchestra in arms
You're taking a part
The art of war