Poisoning their supply With dust from ancient times, We'll wash away their minds, Prepare the soldiers for military lines, Bring down the righteous blow
through, Living for death, Destroying the rest, Now manifesting, Calling you, Know it's true, Join the few, Thrashing through, Living for death, Destroying the rest
by the tyrant, Most powerful Cyclops, He is the master of underground legions, Ruling the hordes of misshapen minions, Our tyrant, leader, ruling deceiver, Has controlled our will for
burglaring knife-wielding thieves, A skull, a symbol of prestige, A treasure that is taken from the head, Of a demonic fiend. The weapon has never been needed, For
killed more, after you're fucking dead, You try to take what's mine, nail gun rips through your head But that is not the end, overkill is coming fast For
thief was harvested for mechanical undeath, The graveyard's spectres toiled and slaved, constructed without rest. The sorrow of living machinery, emotions
known that you would be fucked, This is a secret society, The true elite and highest of thieves, And to think you could infiltrate, You know we Kill for
17: It was a meek yet morbid scene, The devil, some ghouls and zombie fiends, They needed some props in this century, Let's go! Set the time for 1655
ll hide the hatred that is left I call on him to join me now, We will unite our force somehow, Take a stand for what is right, With valiant power we will
the counter-strike! There's no greater crime For you to blindly accept what you've been told, Join the revolt or die, Underground Legions, Start your revolt! We live