Verse 1. Can it end just like this? No one did lose. Everyone strikes to win. We never thought of a plan The one that may bring to a stand our War.
Can it end just like this? We need new rules for this Game.
[Attack! Attack!]
Verse 2. New world order is failed It cannot serve as a channel to the peace Victors aim to reshape Our planet to suit their own needs and schemes.
Can it end just like this? It is the uprise of new world disorder. Fake democracy, chaos, unilateral dictat that leads To the Prompt Global Strike.
Chorus. This is the era of traitors. Globalization is hopeless. More restrictions, demonstrations, contradictions. This is the epoch of traitors, False leaders, religious sectarians. This is the era of traitors.
Verse 3. I am forced to defend But I do not know whom I have to protect There is an order to kill To dispose of someone who is not our rival.
Can it end just like this? It is the uprise of new world disorder. Railguns, grenade launchers and sentient drones that will lead To the Prompt Global Strike.
Verse 4. It is the uprise of new world disorder. Terrorist masterminds with the governments ready to launch The Prompt Global Strike.