New Order

Old ways cannon and imperial flag, white hands so huge
Now aircraft carrier diplomats, white lands so few
European guns in the villages, wealth bought with pain
Now western power diminishes, never come again

It’s the boot stamping of the reckoning coming
It’s the tank growling of the dread army coming

Many lands poor few lands rich, feel hunger pressure
Balance is trembling it’s gonna flip, force without measure
Demonstrate and educate, soon get imitation
Soon the modern war machines in every nation

It’s the boot stamping of the reckoning coming
It’s the tank growling of the dread army coming
It’s the loud crashing of the dead order crumbling
It’s the jet howling of the dread army coming

People rise from years of sleep, new oil power
Old ways gone, no time left, soon be new hour
But I grow older very day, count out my time
If the crash don’t come till I’m out of the way, well I won’t mind

It’s the boot stamping of the reckoning coming
It’s the tank growling of the dread army coming
It’s the loud crashing of the dead order crumbling
It’s the jet howling of the dread army coming