music & lyrics: lodmalm
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