My enemies are many.
My equals are none.

In the shade of olive trees they said Italy could never be conquered.
In the land of pharaohs and kings they said Egypt could never be humbled.
In the realm of forests and snow, they said Russia could never be tamed.
Now they say nothing.

They fear me, like a force of nature a dealer in thunder and death.
I say, I am Napoleon! I am emperor!!

Burn it!

The first time I ever saw a tank, I was a kid.
And I thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

The big gun,
the roar of its engine;
it was a love at first sight.

Now 20 years latter, so many things are different.
We took up arms against injustice and oppression.
We brought down tyrants, or so we thought.

In reality, we had just changed one master of another.
Corporations have taken over.
Instead of countrieds, we have corporate space.
Istead of presidents, we have CEOs.
And Instead of armies,
We have mercenaries.

Even the tanks have changed.
But one thing remains the same,

I still love them.