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