Lyrics:

(jeff hanneman/tom araya)


Propaganda death ensemble

Burial to be

Corpses rotting through the night

In blood laced misery

Scorched earth the policy

The reason for the singe

The pendulum it shaves the blade

The strafing air blood raid


Infiltration push reserves

Encircle the front llines

Supreme art of strategy

Playing on the minds

Bombard till submission

Take all to their graves

Indication of triumph

The number that are dead


Chorus

Sport the war, war support

The sport is war, total war

When victory's a massacre

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill


Chorus


Be dead friend from abve

When darkness falls

Descend into my sights

Your fallen walls

Spearhead break through the lines

Flanked all around

Soldiers of attrition

Forward their ground

Gregime prophetic age

Old in it's time

Flowing veins run on through

Deep in the rhine

Center of the web

All battles scored

What is our war crimes

(era forever more...war)


Propaganda war ensemble

Burial to be

Bones shining in the night

In blood laced misery

Campaign of elimination

Twisted psychology

When victory is to survive

And death is defeat


Chorus

Sport the war, war support

The sport is total war

When victory's a massacre

When victory is survival

When this end is a slaughter

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill