By god they breed to control, to spread the pure is their call, with their plight they're deceiving us all
Like an army in it's sleep, they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await
Our enemies, already here building up, and we're not aware
Like an army in it's sleep, they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await
It's coming, coming!
The war of wars, it came through our doors
The battalion's awake enforcing belief in return for relief
When the time comes they must take a stand and it's written, god over land
Like an army in it's sleep, they await patient, to blend in, they await choices, postponed, so they await cunning, yet oft ignored, they lie in wait