We are messengers Of future times to die We will show you the way And you need to follow us This is the dawn of your race And the dusk of your enemies
The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between The awareness of a cold world in which
Once you can see The sun rise from the earth Direction to the sky And once you can feel Rain fall down on your skin Once you have skin (in pain
Burn our earth to waste, scourge Monstrous nuclear waste Cancerous diseases and nuclear bliss Mother nature's creatures entwined and sick Oh, you
Do you feel the foul stench in the air? Like corpses left to rot in the sun Nearly dead parasites trying desperately to survive It smells like humans
We are messengers Of future times to die We will show you the way And you need to follow us This is the dawn of your race And the dusk of your
