Emil Bulls
To End All Wars
Inside of me rages a war
A carnivore craving for gore
Marching troops on parade
Drilled for a bloody crusade

I feel the cold it’s getting me so low
Another load
To end all wars

It sets my teeth on edge
A sledge hammer drives the wedge
Deep inside my soul
It tips over the first domino

I feel the cold it’s getting me so low
Another load
To end all wars