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

On the rocks