Slaves to the slaughter
Marching on to your death
Like a cannonery of beast angels
On the bones of a million dead
Through the womb of night
Into nuclear fire storms
Neuro-active limbic death
Vengance be fulfilled
Primus tyrant
Nuclear retributionist
War-smith despoiler
Wickedness for the wickeds sake
Ever forward
Sworm in a code... A code of blood
Rend them asunder
Drinking deep of victory... Of victory!
Torn into bloody ruins
I want your hands on a plate
Slaves to the slaughter
It is carnifies in the flesh
A steel-clad mass of evil
Heretic dogs & nuclear hearts
Through curtains of atomic death
I can smell your fear
Crested in fields of fire
Screaming blindly into hell
Primus tyrant
Nuclear retributionist
War-smith despoiler
Wickedness for the wickeds sake
Ever forward
Sworm in a code of blood
Rend them asunder
Drinking deep of victory
Torn into bloody ruins
I want your hands on a plate
[Music: Tjalve, Lyrics: Destroyer] Slaves to the slaughter Marching on to your death Like a cannonery of beast angels On the bones of a million dead Through the womb of night Into nuclear fire storms Neuro-active limbic death Vengance be fulfilled Primus tyrant Nuclear retributionist War-smith despoiler Wickedness for the wickeds sake Ever forward Sworm in a code... A code of blood Rend them asunder Drinking deep of victory... Of victory! Torn into bloody ruins I want your hands on a plate Slaves to the slaughter It is carnifies in the flesh A steel-clad mass of evil Heretic dogs & nuclear hearts Through curtains of atomic death I can smell your fear Crested in fields of fire Screaming blindly into hell Primus tyrant Nuclear retributionist War-smith despoiler Wickedness for the wickeds sake Ever forward Sworm in a code of blood Rend them asunder Drinking deep of victory Torn into bloody ruins I want your hands on a plate Explain Request ×
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