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