| Song | War Ensemble |
| Artist | Slayer |
| Album | Live In Genk 22.09.90 [Bootleg] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Araya, Hanneman, Hanneman | |
| Propaganda death ensemble | |
| Burial to be | |
| Corpses rotting through the night | |
| In blood laced misery | |
| Scorched earth the policy | |
| The reason for the siege | |
| The pendulum it shaves the blade | |
| The strafing air blood raid | |
| Infiltration push reserves | |
| Encircle the front lines | |
| Supreme art of strategy | |
| Playing on the minds | |
| Bombard till submission | |
| Take all to their graves | |
| Indication of triumph | |
| The number[s] that are dead | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| Sport the war, war support | |
| The sport is war, total war | |
| When victory's a massacre [sings 'really massacre' 1st time, 'really survival' 2nd] | |
| The final swing is not a drill | |
| It's how many people I can kill | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Be dead fiend from above | |
| When darkness falls | |
| Descend onto my sights | |
| Your fallen walls | |
| Spearhead break through the lines | |
| Flanked all around | |
| Soldiers of attrition | |
| Forward their ground | |
| Regime prophetic age | |
| Old in its time | |
| Flowing veins run on through | |
| Deep in the Rhine | |
| Center of the web | |
| All battles scored | |
| What is our war crimes | |
| (era forever more... war) | |
| Propaganda war ensemble | |
| Burial to be | |
| Bones shining by the night | |
| In blood laced misery | |
| Campaign of elimination | |
| Twisted psychology | |
| When victory is to survive | |
| And death is defeat | |
| Sport the war, war support | |
| The sport is [war,] total war | |
| When victory's a massacre [doesn't sing this] | |
| When victory is survival [or this!] | |
| When this end is a slaughter | |
| The final swing is not a drill | |
| It's how many people I can kill |
| zuo qu : Araya, Hanneman, Hanneman | |
| Propaganda death ensemble | |
| Burial to be | |
| Corpses rotting through the night | |
| In blood laced misery | |
| Scorched earth the policy | |
| The reason for the siege | |
| The pendulum it shaves the blade | |
| The strafing air blood raid | |
| Infiltration push reserves | |
| Encircle the front lines | |
| Supreme art of strategy | |
| Playing on the minds | |
| Bombard till submission | |
| Take all to their graves | |
| Indication of triumph | |
| The number s that are dead | |
| Chorus: | |
| Sport the war, war support | |
| The sport is war, total war | |
| When victory' s a massacre sings ' really massacre' 1st time, ' really survival' 2nd | |
| The final swing is not a drill | |
| It' s how many people I can kill | |
| Chorus | |
| Be dead fiend from above | |
| When darkness falls | |
| Descend onto my sights | |
| Your fallen walls | |
| Spearhead break through the lines | |
| Flanked all around | |
| Soldiers of attrition | |
| Forward their ground | |
| Regime prophetic age | |
| Old in its time | |
| Flowing veins run on through | |
| Deep in the Rhine | |
| Center of the web | |
| All battles scored | |
| What is our war crimes | |
| era forever more... war | |
| Propaganda war ensemble | |
| Burial to be | |
| Bones shining by the night | |
| In blood laced misery | |
| Campaign of elimination | |
| Twisted psychology | |
| When victory is to survive | |
| And death is defeat | |
| Sport the war, war support | |
| The sport is war, total war | |
| When victory' s a massacre doesn' t sing this | |
| When victory is survival or this! | |
| When this end is a slaughter | |
| The final swing is not a drill | |
| It' s how many people I can kill |
| zuò qǔ : Araya, Hanneman, Hanneman | |
| Propaganda death ensemble | |
| Burial to be | |
| Corpses rotting through the night | |
| In blood laced misery | |
| Scorched earth the policy | |
| The reason for the siege | |
| The pendulum it shaves the blade | |
| The strafing air blood raid | |
| Infiltration push reserves | |
| Encircle the front lines | |
| Supreme art of strategy | |
| Playing on the minds | |
| Bombard till submission | |
| Take all to their graves | |
| Indication of triumph | |
| The number s that are dead | |
| Chorus: | |
| Sport the war, war support | |
| The sport is war, total war | |
| When victory' s a massacre sings ' really massacre' 1st time, ' really survival' 2nd | |
| The final swing is not a drill | |
| It' s how many people I can kill | |
| Chorus | |
| Be dead fiend from above | |
| When darkness falls | |
| Descend onto my sights | |
| Your fallen walls | |
| Spearhead break through the lines | |
| Flanked all around | |
| Soldiers of attrition | |
| Forward their ground | |
| Regime prophetic age | |
| Old in its time | |
| Flowing veins run on through | |
| Deep in the Rhine | |
| Center of the web | |
| All battles scored | |
| What is our war crimes | |
| era forever more... war | |
| Propaganda war ensemble | |
| Burial to be | |
| Bones shining by the night | |
| In blood laced misery | |
| Campaign of elimination | |
| Twisted psychology | |
| When victory is to survive | |
| And death is defeat | |
| Sport the war, war support | |
| The sport is war, total war | |
| When victory' s a massacre doesn' t sing this | |
| When victory is survival or this! | |
| When this end is a slaughter | |
| The final swing is not a drill | |
| It' s how many people I can kill |