The Colour of Blood - Scalpel, Nuclear Death

Creatures born in darkness

And the dampness of the earth

Cast in stone and hidden

By the lords of another world…

The legions who await

Yearn to have this world

When the words spoken by their master

Awaken their restless slumber…

Stones crack and bleed

Their hatred is unleashed

With black wings they soar

To an unknowing world below

Tearing flesh from skull

Disemboweling man

Feeding on the glistening organs

Of the children of a «god»…

Creatures born in darkness

Nightmares derived from the haunts of man

Reaping fields of human flesh

Running red with blood…

Humanity on a cross

And nalled to the earth

Humanity to be served

As food for a master race…