Out of the flames   Burned black from shame   We rule again   No need to hide   The purest pride   We kill again   Whatever's lost - at any cost   We claim our ground   What blood may spill   The perfect kill   Without a sound     Annihilation's pretty sweet   Our hearts are pure hate   You can't stop the beat     The bastard sons / the no. 1   Not of man but pure machine   The antisoul / the antiblood   Compassion's dead and so are you   Flick the switch - the killing itch   Now watch it burn, burn, burn   The antisoul / the antiblood   Not of man but pure machine     With blazing eyes and havoc cries   We storm the world   The 13th freeze   Down on your knees   We crush the world   Our ice cold fear   The darkest sphere   So blessed be   Antimatter thru   Connects the crew   We're your destiny