Lyrics

 

The bird is shot to pieces, nature is redesigned,  

Two worlds are segregated, by oppressive giants

 

Ballistic reconstruction, forming a plastic beauty, 

Abysmal terraforming, to save a fallen world

 

And as I watch the sky, the flames keep rising high, 

The faceless trample others to save their worthless lives

 

The masters of puppets, look upon, with greedy eyes, 

Corporations feed the masses, their filthy disguised lies

 

Ballistic reconstruction, forming false aesthetics, 

A mosaic of burning flesh, disfigured beauty

 

Separation of the races, controlled reproduction, 

Communists and democrats shall not mix their blood

 

To keep the bloodline pure, no bombs to high to pay, 

Before the enemy wins, we will... 

 

Burn it all away,

To save the day, 

The price to pay, 

The only way,

Burn all away, 

To save the day, 

The price to pay, 

The only way

 

Hit it again, do not cooperate with the devil, they are insane, 

Ignore their cries, follow orders, blind, hate the black man, 

He does not look the same, fight for wealth

 

Disfigured beauty, a concept destined to fail,

Life-long illusions, designed to prevail

 

God of wealth, fulfill my prayer

 

Disfigured beauty, a concept destined to fail,

Life-long illusions, designed to prevail

 

Lyrics

 

Your perfect world is dead, and I'm the one who set it ablaze
Bald cadavers, peeled by fire, sweep their hate and greed away
This heretical form of life, finds itself in agony
Let their souls escape, back to perfect parity
Cataclysmic reboot of everything
Sends us back as primitive life began
Die...
The Spirits rise, leaving their boiling flesh
A swarm of infinite hate, transcending to a consecrated sphere
of silence...
Burn... wipe them out!
Life starts from inception
Drowned in ashes
Suffocate this human pest
Your perfect world is dead, and I'm the one who set it ablaze
Bald cadavers, peeled by fire, sweep their hate and greed away
This heretical form of life, finds itself in agony
Let their souls escape, back to perfect parity
Layers of dust cover our sins
The seed is set, let it sprout,
To something pure, unbiased and innocent

(Lyrics by Alwin Strasser)