(Hetfield, Ulrich)

No mercy for what we are doing

No thought to even what we have done

We don't need to feel the sorrow

No remorse for the helpless one

War without end

No remorse

No repent

We don't care what it meant

Another day

Another death

Another sorrow

Another breath

Blood feeds the war machine

As it eats its way across the land

We don't need the feel the sorrow

No remorse is the one command

Only the strong survive

No one to save the weaker race

We are ready to kill all comers

Like a loaded gun right at your face

Attack Bullets are flying

People are dying with madness

Surrounding all hell's breaking loose

Soldiers are hounding

Bodies are mounting

Cannons are shouting to take their abuse

With war machines going

Blood starts to flowing

No mercy given to anyone hear

The furious fighting

Swords are like lighting

It all becomes frightening to you

Know death is near

No remorse