The spirit of unholy war

I ride the clouds in a chariot of steel

Ever-gazing at the earth

Designed to kill upon my birth

The god of death lives inside a metal shell

Black thunder roaring deep

The seeds of battle scorch the ground

Invisible to radar tracking

Erasing your existence without a fucking sound

Joint direct attack munition

Strikes with surgical precision

A man made monstrosity

Terminal velocity

The raven flies overhead and screams its song of death

And before you know there is nothing left

Sword cutting through the sky

Wings of a blackened angel

Leaving trails of blood behind

Innocent screams left unheard

As I fly forever free

Unholy thirst unsatisfied

Constantly on the hunt for blood

Engine hot as the fires of hell

Darkened arrow of the sky

Joint direct attack munition

Strikes with surgical precision

A man made monstrosity

Terminal velocity

The raven flies overhead and screams its song of death

And before you know there is nothing left

Fear the Warhawk!

"I am the harbinger of death en masse

I am egomaniacal commanding pain upon my enemies

Stonefaced I call for war

I am ignorance...

"I am the mortal face of fear

I spread propaganda my influence is vast

A three-piece suit and a crocodile grin

I exploit, decieve and manipulate

"A legion of puritanical fools

I hide behind religion

While I sew my seeds of hate

I force my own agenda"

I am, the spear of destiny

I am, the scythe of death

I am, the hand of Lucifer

I am, the fat man's breath

I am Warhawk!