[Tipton/KK/Halford]

Mercenary battalions

Are poised to strike us down
Terminations conquest
Upon us now full grown


Save me my hearts open wide
Help me no question of pride

Save me my people have died
Total genocide


Devastation hungers she waits to leap to earth
Imminent liquidation
Before the grand rebirth


Sin after sin I have endured
But the wounds I bare

Are the wounds of love

Frantic mindless zombies

Grab at fleeing time
Lost in cold perplection
Waiting for the sign

Generations tremble
Clinging face to face
Helpless situation

To end the perfect race

Slashing senseless sabres

Cut us to the ground
Eager for the life blood
Of all who can be found


Slice to the left slice to the right
None to retaliate none will fight

Chopping at the hearts snuffing out the lives
This race departs and no one will survive


Heads to the feet - feet to the air
Souls in the soil heavy in despair
End of all ends bodies into dust

To greet deaths friend extinction is a must

On the rocks