1. FIRE IN THE HOLE

Machine gun fire locks us down
Hammered by mortar rounds
Space closing in, quarters are tight
Pineapple will be served tonight
A trophy of ears adorns my neck for the platoon to admire
Trying to snuff me out, some have tried, but their time on this earth expired
Pull the pin and let her fly
It’s you or them, do or die
Unleash Hell, let it thunder
Grab your nuts, and run for cover
FIRE IN THE HOLE
Shrapnel rains, bloody wounds
Steel fragments shall encase your tomb
My arm is strong, my aim is steady
The reaper smiles for I've sent him many
I can smell fear in the air, I can hear every breath
One good flick of the wrist, leads to a certain death
Plug your ears quickly, you know it's gonna be loud
Steel, flesh and body parts fertilize the ground
Fire in the hole


2. SLAY THEM IN MY PRESENCE

Put them to the sword, drive them through the heart
Heads are gonna' roll, in pieces they will depart
This is our inquisition, terminate and destroy
Letting loose all our fury, harbingers of death deployed

Slay them in my presence
Let them drown in blood
Not an ounce of mercy given
Put them to the rack

March them in chains through the city streets
Let them be spat upon, let them be beat
Burn them at the stake, let them feel the pain
Into ashes they shall wither, into a sea of flames

Slay them in my presence
Cast them to the pits
Let them eternally rot
In their bile and shit

Slay them...
Slay them in my presence!


3. CONQUEST OR DEATH

Arise ye spirits, arise and guide us once more
Against the hordes of the east we wage unholy war!
The gates have opened to the mighty west
Sharpen your swords, forged for the deadly quest
Raise the banner, unite the lords
Prepare for battle against the Ottoman hordes
The fight goes on against the deadliest siege
The west in flames, from everywhere it bleeds
Crusader to arms, lest we forget
Against the sword of Allah it's conquest or death!
Don your armor and shine your shields
Saracen heads litter battlefields
Our fortresses hold, the invasion stops here
Be it by sword or the tips of your spears
Upon this sand I draw the line
Meet your maker
This kingdom of blood and glory is mine
Meet your maker
Our catapults will pelt you with stone
Meet your maker
Roads will be paved over your bones
Meet your maker!
Unsheath your swords, charge into them, let there be blood
Not one steps backwards
Leave them to rot, facedown in the mud