Текст песни
Silent assassin climbing through the night
Blood money staining every floor
The hitman who thought he'd won the fight
But war has come knocking at his door
Professional killer with ice in his veins
Returns to his high-rise sanctuary
A package waits with miniature planes
Toy soldiers spring to life, so wary
Green plastic nightmares with deadly intent
The hunter becomes the hunted's lament
BATTLE-GROUND!
Tiny warfare raining down
BATTLE-GROUND!
Karma's army comes to claim your crown
Bullets like pinpricks tear through his skin
Helicopter blades slice through the air
Flames from a matchbox tank begin
To burn his escape, beyond repair
Cornered and bleeding, nowhere to run
The final assault has only begun
BATTLE-GROUND!
Tiny warfare raining down
BATTLE-GROUND!
Karma's army comes to claim your crown
BATTLE-GROUND!
In a world of miniatures, terror is grown.
BATTLE-GROUND!
Where tiny titans claim the throne.
Toy chest trauma, childhood revenge
A soldier's honor in miniature rage
Death comes in the smallest package
The last game you'll ever play
BATTLE-GROUND!
Tiny warfare raining down
BATTLE-GROUND!
Karma's army comes to claim your crown
BATTLE-GROUND!
In a world of miniatures, terror is grown.
BATTLE-GROUND!
Where tiny titans claim the throne.
The white flag rises from trembling hands
As plastic heroes stand victorious
The final shot from the smallest command
Proves even giants fall inglorious
