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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

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