Текст песни: Saint Vitus. Born Too Late. The War Starter.

I have seen a thousaint wars
And I will see a thousaint more
I have heard the childrens cry
And I have seen their bodies fry
You know me, you've seen my face
All around this wretched place
You can call me warrior
But I'm actually the war starter

Long ago in days of old
I gave you clubs then broadswords
Now you use machinery
New toys of war, new toys for me
You've elected one of my
Right-hand men to lead your kind
After war saves your economy

He'll soothe you with artificial peace

Mushroom clouds, atomic fright
Burning winds, your towns ignite
I have taught you very well
How to create your own Hell
Blind mice follow their leaders
No one wins, it's the end of class
Puch your button and you 've passed