They march at night through fiery battlefields

And the Death bell rings it's toll

They take no prisoners, they shoot to kill

And ever onward they will roll

Plated armor of the hardest steel

Their tanks are quick and their Trooper's keen

A game of chess with clear-cut strategy



Masters of Invasion, take your prey

Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...



The Legions follow orders manifest

No provocation to avenge

Assume a destiny to reach the West

The conquered live in hope for their revenge

You can't escape this vicious War Machine

No sanctuary for this Grim Regime

Freedom and property are stripped away



Masters of Invasion, take your prey

Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...



And on they march to quench their thirst for greed

Without a warrant for their crimes

Annihilation is their craving need

And the Death bell counts the lives

Another country doomed to die in vain

Another victim of this Mongers' Reign

Another paragraph in History...



Masters of Invasion, take your prey

Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...