Hail to the new leader now
Rules of this land
with plans that follow
to demonstrate
Fear the blackened band
So horrid
and deathly true
Dishonest and powermad
Unspoken, sealed fate
Bursting to desolate
Chorus:
His love to hate
He´ll murder souls like me and you
But along the way
He´ll have to dwell
in his own hell
Clear the streets
See them marching
while columns take a stand
Time provoked, their mirror of hatred
with dark uncanny plans
to take out
Just follow through
with death rates
and death´s toll
Those poor unfortunate souls
Chorus
Twisting and turning
through the mazes in your head
But in a time like this
you´re better off dead
The time has come now
Put up of shut down
The feelings that you have
were lost and never found