Great white hunters: Protectors of civilization, for what it’s worth
General Longhair runs this show. Killing redskins is the way to go

Hunt and kill them: Squaws and children on reservations
For our great nation

They call us Long Knives: That is me
Because I ride with the U.S.C

Malarial graveyards for hunting grounds; life and freedom for burial shrouds
Giving out blankets alive with disease; starving the tribes into renegades, thieves

Hunt and kill them: Squaws and children on reservations
For our great nation

They call us Long Knives: That is me
Because I ride with the U.S.C

Fighting the white man just to survive; trying to strike back against genocide
As we ride to wipe them all out: Little Big Horn the battleground

Christ, look at them: No squaws and children
No reservations for the Sioux nation

Decimated, then a lone stand: Me
Bound to die with 7.U.S.C

Ankle deep in dirt and blood: The living death I die, my love
Metal shells, barking guns, fighting for foreign mud

Stretch your boundaries to someone’s nether shore
Playing with the fire that you call the game of war
Lost in battle fury then, when the killing’s done
There’s another fucking cause with some other mother’s son

Death comes swift on leathern wings. You know that’s all the future brings
Just a pawn in the game of politics: No cause, no name

Left with nothing but your war-torn memories
Fighting not with men but some pseudonym, disease
Yours is not to question, just to do or die
Eking out existence, a shadow of a life

Read the apocryphal testament of lies
Magniloquent words of the ecumen despised
Lurks like some prognathic, predatory shrike
Meretricious postures before the deadly strike

God omnipotent, born through ignorance
Fear-, not Heaven-sent: Born through ignorance
Lies their testament, born through ignorance
Rules the live of men born through ignorance

Purulent in its gestures, pyaemic hagiarchy
Wafer-thin refulgence hides the obloquy
Promising salvation with the rood, the guise
Plotting their dominion: Time for us to secularise

God omnipotent, born through ignorance
Fear-, not Heaven-sent: Born through ignorance
Lies their testament, born through ignorance
Rules the live of men born through ignorance

Onward, Christian soldiers; go to blind and blame
Use the cross of Jesus to build your world of shame
Reeking of pomposity, the words you say convince
To exculpate you from the populace’s indigence

God omnipotent, born through ignorance
Fear-, not Heaven-sent: Born through ignorance
Lies their testament, born through ignorance
Rules the live of men born through ignorance

Degradation of life: It happens now, it happens today
Man can’t stop the changes, come what may
Salvation has gone, taking with it the wings of your dove
Blind eyes can’t see the damage, killing love

Return to reality, return to sanity
Peace on Earth you pray
Nuclear destiny crushes mortality
Abolish D.N.A

The world we live in today: A pulsating mass
Of violent human ignorance, a shrine to mankind’s insolence
Violent human ignorance, a shrine to mankind’s insolence

Run for your lives
Run to your precious light
The curtain’s coming down
Day will turn to night

Infernal damnation, infernal damnation, infernal damnation …

… Damnation will come, bringing anger from above
Blind eyes can’t see the damage, killing love

Continue the depravity, continue Hellish blasphemy
“What have I done wrong?” is all you can say?
Nuclear destiny crushes mortality
Abolish D.N.A

No future – Conflagration
No future – Devastation
No future – Radiation
No future – Mass cremation
No future – Annihilation
No future – Deprivation
No future – Violation
No future – Black damnation

The broken hand of fate has dealt a rotten blow
As torn and tortured faces scream, I have but one way to go
Master of reality, overlord of Hell
Stay with me, my talisman: Tales of evil now I tell

Supremacy, I’m unafraid: It’s no place for luckless fools
Survival of the fittest; Abide with me, power rules

In the night he came, summoned from below
Sanguinary sweat, brow-beating heat, pumping heart begins to slow
Talons ever strong constricting at my throat
Searing pain inside my mind, the eye-soft minions gloat

A thousand souls, maybe more, suspended feet above
Never have I praised the Lord but, then, He had my love

Taste the blackened rod
Your soul I now anoint
You’ve got to kneel before your god
You’ve reached the turning point

Mortality has gone; the barrier is down
Life on Earth is now condemned, bringing the sacred crown
Master of reality, overlord of Hell
Cleanse my mind of impurity: Tales of evil yet to tell

Feed the gods to slake their lust, your soul is hooked
Caught between World and Underworld, the battle must be fought

Taste the blackened rod
Your soul I now anoint
You’ve got to kneel before your god
You’ve reached the turning point

Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars
Centuries of strife and what was it all for

Because you’re oppressed doesn’t mean in time
You can’t turn your coat and join them in their crime

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Children armed with guns and teenaged widows mourn
Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they’re born

Scream your rebel yells: You’ve got to die well for the cause
Sense of self long lost while the revolution calls

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars
Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they’re born

When the killing’s done, it’s all remained the same
Power over people; pawns in the master game

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Requiem

Victory or death for the glory of war
In the name of the people and love of one’s country
In the name of the people and love of one’s country?
So passes the glory of the world
Rest in peace