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