At dawn they rise pointing to the skies Ready to cut through the clouds at command From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds When the button is pressed by death′s hand
Loaded with death powered by the dragons′ breath Climbing way above the clouds out of sight To seek its destination and destroy it into void And to spread its load of death and endless night
Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars Each with a number for a distant city at their sides Wonder what′s the number for my city and for yours
Metal phallous seeds of death That is not won else cannot be lost Precious burden seeds of death Sown to earth brings the holocaust
Prepare to die
Now leaving their wombs all in fire baptised Outnumbering the stars in the sky Each with a skytrack on which they are sent To destroy each part of the world on the other side
Not time to repent feel regret or ask for mercy Once launched there is no way to bring them back Finally the world created by man look so bright Before it all turns black
Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wa Each with a number for a distant city at their sides Wonder what′s the number for my city and for yours
Metal phallous seeds of death That is not won else cannot be lost Precious burden seeds of death Holocaust
Why not trample the vermin crawling beneath your feet ? Why not drown the parasitic rats which you lead ? They leech on your back, squander the air you breath
Minced intestines, nail-pierced genitals amputated limbs, urine injection A misantropic murder mind more corpses to roast and grind
Prisoner of war, casualty of doctinal gore Block II-a moribund humans store
Anition through hibernal confinement Dont ask what was this implants content How long can a human being stand up straight? At which point does medical intervention come too late?
Surgical experiments, the infernal doctor awaits Ingrained hatred and pathological ingenuity it takes
Subordinate to the doctor of death Hydrocyanic fumes shall fill your last breath A genocidal strategy with immaculate tact