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