Out of the flames
Burned black from shame
We rule again!
No need to hide
The purest pride
We k** again!
Whatever's lost — at any cost
We claim our ground.
What blood may spill
The perfect k**
Without a sound.
Annihilation's pretty sweet
Our hearts are pure hate
You can't stop the beat!
The ba*tard sons — the number 1
Not of man but pure machine
The anti-soul — the anti-blood
Compa**ion's dead and so are you
Flick the switch — the k**ing itch
Now watch it burn, burn, burn
The anti-soul — the anti-blood
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 through
Connects the crew
We're your destiny