Can't stop the train; it must roll

It shall roll to find someone to take away these blues:


All the way 'till the new Armageddon. All in the Name of Tragedy:


All the while--playing for the high one, dicing with the devil.
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me:


For I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
For my image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.