We fall upon you
Prepare to meet your fate
Mankind is an insect
We must exterminate
Final solution
A global genocide
So shall we conquer
So shall you die
Life must cease
Price of peace
Thirsty blades of justice
Cuts a bloody crop
Severed heads fly through the sky
As butchered bodies drop
Blood will flow like rivers
Before away we ride
Binging songs of glory
Blood-soaked and satisfied
Heads will roll
Blood will flow
Heads will roll
Blood will flow
We come to execute
Demise is absolute
This planet you pollute
Shall be set free
Since man first crawled up from the slime
And fear of gods did strike him blind
His powers withered on the vine
Existence is your crime
Human kind is a disease
That kills each other with sutch ease
You all must die for death to cease
That is the price of peace
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