The sword is no match for the bomb So they fight in the shadows and kill in the streets With cowardly tactics of kill and retreat They escape into darkness And blend into crowds soon to reappear They can hide in their temples And prey in their mosques The line has been drawn The line has been crossed And soon they shall feel Their final demise! Holy walls come crashing down The immolated bodies burn Now Fallujah in napalm fire burns Their futile stand comes to an end Once a great threat Now just a thorn stuck on our side The human disease Poisoning visions of religious greed Deserted lands burning in pools of petroleum waste Endless night! Holy walls come crashing down The immolated bodies burn Now Fallujah in napalm fire burns Their futile stand comes to an end Like swarms of locust Through dessert sands invading Like a moth drawn to the fire They await their annihilation And soon they'll feel A surge of power And soon they'll feel The wrath of vengeance And now they'll feel A surge of power And soon they'll feel A surge of power And soon they'll feel The wrath of vengeance And now they'll feel A surge of power Bow down to the lord of desolation Bow down to the deafening silence Bow down to the lord of desolation No way out