Masters of Invasion (Heir Apparent)

They march at night through fiery battlefields And the Death bell rings it's toll They take no prisoners, they shoot to kill And ever onward they will roll Plated armor of the hardest steel Their tanks are quick and their Trooper's keen A game of chess with clear-cut strategy Masters of Invasion, take your prey Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave... The Legions follow orders manifest No provocation to avenge Assume a destiny to reach the West The conquered live in hope for their revenge You can't escape this vicious War Machine No sanctuary for this Grim Regime Freedom and property are stripped away Masters of Invasion, take your prey Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave... And on they march to quench their thirst for greed Without a warrant for their crimes Annihilation is their craving need And the Death bell counts the lives Another country doomed to die in vain Another victim of this Mongers' Reign Another paragraph in History... Masters of Invasion, take your prey Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...