Early in the morning You take your clubs and knives You line up the parade of blood Out in the plains of desert You prep your guns to fight An execution of the wild Power and glory For slaughter and death Killing all creatures This planet has left You're masters of war, superior And cold with power and glory Early in the morning On packs of ice and snow It's time to harvest skin and fur Later in the evening With masses watching on Abusing animals for show Power and glory How will you die? Those who play god will One day pay the price When your time has come Recall what you've done For power and glory For slaughter and death Killing all creatures This planet has left You're masters of war, superior And cold with power and glory