| He spent his life |
| A silent sentinel |
| For all to fear |
| He walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels, |
| But no dare go near |
| He takes in all he sees |
| Nothing escapes his gaze |
| And when he strikes |
| He strikes for right |
| A glorious sight |
| Destroyer, destroyer, destroyer |
| He’s in town |
| He came to be From a grand mistake |
| A mystical charade |
| Created to decide the good |
| And bring repercussive aid |
| As awareness filled his fame |
| He examined those who leered |
| The he cleeved the air |
| With his fiery stare |
| Rend all those there |
| Destroyer, destroyer, destroyer |
| He’s in town |
| Destroyer, destroyer, destroyer |
| He’s in town |
| A day will come |
| You’ll be drawn into |
| The center of your town |
| And come upon a mass of steel |
| That cracks the very ground |
| Prepare to meet your judge |
| Don’t think to run away |
| Just pray your face |
| Holds no disgrace |
| For the deadly ace |
| Destroyer, destroyer, destroyer |
| He’s in Destroyer, destroyer, destroyer |
| He’s in town |
| Oh, he’s town |
| You’d better stay out of his way |
| He’s gonna kick your a** |