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
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