Jormungand

First the war and then the weapons,
First the weapons, then the war.
Doesn't matter how it happens,
Death comes certain, bloody, raw.

We devour and we slither,
Bombing run on borderlands.
In my shadow cities wither;
Snake-like are the reaper's hands.

I have everything you're needing,
For your petty private war.
Under fire you are speeding
To the end, the serpent's maw.

Self destruction and deception,
Madness is my killing field.
Every day an insurrection,
I'm the vanity you wield.

Final victory you're craving,
I sell doomsday for a dime.
Start the rockets, banners waving,
Ragnarök will be my time.