Scorched Earth

Might was right when Caesar bled upon the stones of Rome,
And might was right when Joshua led his hordes over Jordan's foam,
And might was right when German troops poured down through Paris gay;
It's the gospel of the ancient world, and the logic of today.

Sword-strong races own the earth and ride the conqueror's car
And liberty has never been won except by deeds of war
For might is right when empires sink in storms of steel and flame
And it is right when weakling breeds are hunted down like game

So what's the use of dreaming dreams that each shall get their own
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls who blindly sweat and moan
A curse is on their cankered brains, their very bones decay
Go trace your fate in the iron game is the logic of today

The strong must ever rule the weak, is grim primordial law
On earth's broad brutal threshing floor, the meek are beaten straw
Then ride to power over foemen's necks, and let nothing bar your way
If you are fit, you'll rule and reign, is the logic of today

Prove your right by deeds of might of splendor and renown
If need be march through flames of hell to dash opponents down
If need be die on scaffolds high, in the morning's misty gray
For "liberty or death" is still the logic of today