Masses gathered in worship,
Children obey the great deciever,

Service your leader.

Slaves of the system,
Fighting for the cause,
Winning is losing,
With their lives to be lost.

Serivce your leader.

Now the dust has srttled and the stench completely clear,
Then return the victors to claim their wretched crown,
But from the flesh heaps of the slain, there comes no cheer,
The game is over, the chips are down.

Sacrifice, the war marches on,
Slaves! Fodder for the tyrants!

Service your leader.