Mercenary batalions Are poised to strike us down Terminations conquest Upon us now full grown
Save me, my heart's 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
Save me, my heart's open wide Help me, no question of pride Save me, my people have died Total genocide
Sin after sin I have endured Yet the wounds I bear are the wounds of love
Frantic mindless zombies Grab at fleeting time Lost in cold perplexion Waiting for the sign
Generations tremble Clinging face to face Helpless situation To end the perfect race
Flashing senseless sabers Cut us to the ground Eager for the life blood Of all who can be found
Save me, my heart's open wide Help me, no question of pride Save me, my people have died Total genocide
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, no one will survive Heads to the feet, feet to the air Souls in the soil, heavy in despair End of all ends, body into dust To greet death friends, extinction is a must
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