Profane Creation - Bolt Thrower

Constructed with vengeful hate

The extinction of life, man’s final plight

We strive until the end

Though none shall be taken alive

A killing machine, programmed for death

To destroy all that comes within (his) sight

Mindless, created insane

Mankind shall never survive

Never survive

Strength becoming weaker, as fear grows within

Faced with eternal damnation, the end shall now begin

Profane creation, the dawn of a new age

Technology’s progression, over man machines reign

Enslaved without compassion, new masters of (the) earth we dwell

Human life is worthless, in this automated living hell

In the quest for perfection, life becomes obsolete

Humanity faces deletion, this nightmare world is complete

As we wait for execution, in silence we stand in line

The total extinction of the existence of mankind

Our futile life’s now ended, free from the suffering and pain

Our systems (now) are loaded, we have been created profane

Profane creation, the dawn of a new age

Technology’s progression, over man machines reign

Enslaved without compassion, new masters of (the) earth we dwell

Human life is worthless, in this automated living hell

In the quest for perfection, life becomes obsolete

Humanity faces deletion, this nightmare world is complete

As we wait for execution, silent we stand in line

The total extinction of the existence of mankind