You balance your pain on the blade of a knife.
One wrong move and you're cut up by strife.
With no reprieve and no exit in sight,
You're ready for war at the slightest slight.
You channel your past into venomous words
Your commandments hold the weight of the Lord.
You sharpen your spears on the razor wire,
The fortifications of your great Empire.
You're Alexander and you're ready for war.
Ever since the last one, you're looking for more.
The lines are drawn and you're ready to fight.
You'll sound the charge at the day's first light.
You wade in with the sun at your back,
They're unprepared so you press the attack
You've won this battle so it's on to the next.
Not ready for war, but it's you they've vexed.
You throw the dishes and you shatter the glass.
They're making for the door, you won't let them pass.
Take up the bottle and embrace your place.
There's room in my empire for the disgraced.
They bow down when they hear your decree.
You're ready for war, they're hardly ready.
You rule with iron and you rule with fear.
Keep your enemies close so you keep everyone near.
None left to conquer, you grow soft with each bite.
They ready for war under cover of night.
You wake one morning with the sun in your eyes.
You're in a battle and you're caught by surprise.
And when it's over, you've an empire no more.
You're all alone, so you make ready for war.
You make a list of all those who you will fight
And who you must crush to make things right.
You use your defeat to sharpen your blade.
It's from this kind of pain that you are made.
Look to the horizon, new lands to annex,
New people to conquer, new muscles to flex.
You've learned your lesson, everyone will betray.
Leave no survivors, salted earth in your wake.
An army of one, with God on your side.
This isn't war, this is genocide.