Slaves - 1349

Slaves to the slaughter

Marching on to your death

Like a cannonery of beast angels

On the bones of a million dead

Through the womb of night

Into nuclear fire storms

Neuro-active limbic death

Vengance be fulfilled

Primus tyrant

Nuclear retributionist

War-smith despoiler

Wickedness for the wickeds sake

Ever forward

Sworm in a code… A code of blood

Rend them asunder

Drinking deep of victory… Of victory!

Torn into bloody ruins

I want your hands on a plate

Slaves to the slaughter

It is carnifies in the flesh

A steel-clad mass of evil

Heretic dogs & nuclear hearts

Through curtains of atomic death

I can smell your fear

Crested in fields of fire

Screaming blindly into hell

Primus tyrant

Nuclear retributionist

War-smith despoiler

Wickedness for the wickeds sake

Ever forward

Sworm in a code of blood

Rend them asunder

Drinking deep of victory

Torn into bloody ruins

I want your hands on a plate