Reign of blows    Reign of blows    Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders    Far too many men dressed up as soldiers    The lamb is brought to the ground    Under the weight of the Crown    A crown of thorns and dark deeds    The swastika and the hammer and symbol    Are sickles that reap only weeds       Reign of blows    Reign of blows    Reign of blows precedes a storm of revolution    People have no place in their solution    So torture raises its head    Decked out in blue, white, and red    And iron maidens will slam    And by the half light of burning republics    Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam       Reign of blows    Reign of blows    Reign of blows has washed away the corpse of Abel,    Cain is now the king in every Babel    I just don't care who you are    When death draws up in his car    And talks in terrorist tones    Remember violence is only a vote for the    Black Queen to take back the throne       Reign of blows