[Verse 1: Tom Araya]

Propaganda death ensemble, burial to be

Corpses rotting through the night, in blood laced misery

Scorched earth the policy, the reason for the siege

The pendulum it shaves the blade, the strafing air blood raid

[Verse 2: Tom Araya]

Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines

Supreme art of strategy, playing on the minds

Bombard till submission, take all to their graves

Indication of triumph: the numbers that are dead

[Chorus: Tom Araya]

Sport the war!

War support!

The sport is war, total war

When victory's really massacre

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill

[Solo: Jeff Hanneman]

[Chorus: Tom Araya]

Sport the war!

War support!

The sport is war, total war

When victory's really survival

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill

[Bridge 1: Tom Araya]

Be dead, be from above

When darkness falls

Descend onto my sights

Your fallen walls

Spearhead break through the lines

Flanked all around

Soldiers of attrition

Forward their ground

[Bridge 2: Tom Araya]

Regime prophetic age

Old in its time

Flowing veins run on through

Deep in the Rhine

Center of the web

All battles scored

What is our war crimes

Era forever more

WAR!!

[Solo: Jeff Hanneman]

[Verse 3: Tom Araya]

Propaganda war ensemble, burial to be

Bones shining by the night, in blood laced misery

Campaign of elimination, twisted psychology

When victory is to survive, and death is defeat

[Chorus: Tom Araya]

Sport the war!

War support!

The sport is war, total war

When the end is a slaughter

The final swing is not a drill

It's how many people I can kill