Mercenary battalions Are poised to strike us down Terminations conquest Upon us now full grown
Save me my hearts open wide Help me no question of pride Save me my people have died Total genocide
Devastation hungers she waits to leap to earth Imminent liquidation Before the grand rebirth
Sin after sin I have endured But the wounds I bare Are the wounds of love
Frantic mindless zombies Grab at fleeing time Lost in cold perplection Waiting for the sign Generations tremble Clinging face to face Helpless situation To end the perfect race
Slashing senseless sabres Cut us to the ground Eager for the life blood Of all who can be found
Slice to the left slice to the right None to retaliate none will fight Chopping at the hearts snuffing out the lives This race departs and no one will survive
Heads to the feet - feet to the air Souls in the soil heavy in despair End of all ends bodies into dust To greet deaths friend extinction is a must