The engines of destruction Self made mutilation Epilogue, damnation The slaughterer of souls The murder made in masses These crime of hate in joy Once locked away forever Their time is drawing close
Rising from their graves It's time for them to wake
This is our final day They left no remains…
They gather in great numbers To walk the march of death These spirits are alive They chant "it's time to die" The soldiers of tomorrow They storm from everywhere Destiny misgiven The ending times are here
Run, now run They're here to get your…now run…
Rising from their graves It's time for them to wake Breaking through the skies They're here to take your life