[Number One Objective]

From a distant land
From the West or East
Its perpetrator comes
Marking with its odor your territory
He becomes one of her also
You created in his laboratory
You to the teeth the armed
In his crib the trained
You loved him and defended
You saw him grow
And then in that if transformed

A large anchor in your consciousness
But it is too late to erase their mistakes
It is already part of your history
His seed you put to spread
You reap and stutters with the who planted
With fire you joked
You hurt
Your gateway it kicks and breaks down
His house he invades
And you he

He terrorizes his town
A reward
An ambush
Around every corner
You and he are at a crossroads
His sina
The end is sure
Have you ever played by these roads
The end is near
The streets are deserted
Is your war
Your inner peace
Was already
Is in the crosshairs
End of his oppressor?

As a ticking time bomb
When uncertain will shatter
And you are on the wire
The skein that will have to disable
Don't be late
All time is precious
Do not stop
He is right on target
Aim and shoot
It is his greatest goal