The Lightning / Firewire -

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 number 1

Not of man but pure machine

The anti-soul — the anti-blood

Compassion’s dead and so are you

Flick the switch — the killing itch

Now watch it burn, burn, burn

The anti-soul — the anti-blood

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 through

Connects the crew

We’re your destiny