| Black red eys | |
| The dark pours out from the scars | |
| With his invitation to the bloodthirsty dance | |
| The psychoclown shievers in the delirious trance | |
| Everything that belongs to you - dead | |
| All things that you have - bad | |
| The machine behind you tries to cut off your head | |
| The flames of agnnazazar aim to shot you dead. | |
| You haven' t escaped and stayed to fight | |
| What do you recon? Who will be the winner tonight? | |
| You take up your sword and start to fight. | |
| Slaying the losers- you strenghtended your might! | |
| Call on your brothers to help you survive' hance | |
| You' ve got onto the track of terminator' s dance. | |
| When the right time comes, on mighty my sing, | |
| Follow me to chase enemies: mine and thine | |
| Pay evil for evil, give no one a chance. | |
| As the psychoclown didn' t in his cyberian dance. | |
| The scriming laughter comes from the coffin' s creak, | |
| The terminator' s black mouth releases the army of the sick. | |
| You- the last man on earth! Dripping with blood, reeking of | |
| Putrefaction | |
| Watch out for the sing if you wanna be the soldier of | |
| Destruction ! ! ! |