Early in the morning
You take your clubs and knives
You line up the parade of blood
Out in the plains of desert
You prep your guns to fight
An execution of the wild
Power and glory
For slaughter and death
Killing all creatures
This planet has left
You're masters of war, superior
And cold with power and glory
Early in the morning
On packs of ice and snow
It's time to harvest skin and fur
Later in the evening
With masses watching on
Abusing animals for show
Power and glory
How will you die?
Those who play god will
One day pay the price
When your time has come
Recall what you've done
For power and glory
For slaughter and death
Killing all creatures
This planet has left
You're masters of war, superior
And cold with power and glory
