Everything seems fine
In this little world of mine
But something is lying at the gate.

Be merry they say
Things sure seem that way
The fools never realized, Satan waits.

I go about my work,
Feeding the aristocratic pork
It's gone too far, it's too late.

You better pray for the lies to cease
A war is better than this puppet peace
Time to bring on the Merciful Release!

Dreadnought [CHAOS] '93