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