Hidden, under sea, underground
We knew the time had come for our attack.
When they came, unprepared, upon us
We struck out in force and turned them into scrap.
The binds that held our race to slavery were broken
The God-Eye's final words were "You were born to die".
The air, the earth, the fire,
Scorched ground, the boiling of the seas
Black smoke of red hot molten metal;
Mankind forges a new age of casualties
The essence of survival is to see
Potential threats that may come to pass.
Victory is meaningless unless sustained.
Borders redrawn, crops resown, mankind will once again go it alone
Left to his devices, he loses control
Geography determines more than just trade flow
Immergence of Three powers; a trinity
Two unable to defeat the last, alliances form and break as in the past
Eastern plane, new land, old world;
Building weapons now the prime motivator
Arms race, firestorm, catastrophe;
Crushing forces like the world has never seen
Bloody, endless, horror;
Violence is the nature of our pedigree.
The air, the earth, the sea,
Crippling wrecks, slaves of nuclear fire
Black smoke of red hot molten flesh
Mankind once again proves its great worth