"Machines and computers were used to accentuate the cold atmosphere of the
song. Praising misanthropy ?"

As we march through the cities
of conquered lands
A feeling of power
Takes over our minds

When we see the enemies' fate
Upon our hands
So difficult to keep control
Rage and insanity
Fill our hearts
Are we but animals?

Years of warfare
Exterminated ideals
All that is left
Are animal instincts

Control Control, we must control!
Control Control, we must control!
Control Control, we must control!
Control Control, we must control!

Rage and insanity
Fill our hearts
We feel like animals
We march! We march! We march!

Megalomania
We are God!