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...