[Tipton - Halford - Downing]
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