Muzyka: Mustaine
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson

Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night
To envelop its prey below, deliver to the light
To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep
And when all is won and lost, the spoils of wars are yours to keep.

Great nations, built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your Architecture of Aggression.

Solo - Friedman

Ensuing power vacuum, a toppled leader dies
His body fuels the power fire and the flames rise to the sky.
One side of his face, a kiss, the other genocide,
Time to pay with your ass, a worldwide suicide.

Great nations, built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your Architecture of Aggression.

"Fight for America"

"Everybody knew that th 15th of January was the deadline date
By kicking the war off, once war was over people would be able to go home

Solo - Friedman

Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night.
To envelope its prey below, deliver to the light,
To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep,
And when all is won and lost, the spoils of war are yours to keep.

Great nations, built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your Architecture of Aggression.

"Fight for America"

"They looked like big long snakes coming up in the air"
"Medium sized triple a, um, just, ah tracer bullets"