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Feel chaos in the air, the moon is turning red Prophecy from the past, an outcome they will dread Once sacred religions die, now what can they do? The
I vow to pledge allegiance to the standarts of the strong Put my life upon the line, to Der Wolfen I belong Strength, force, intelligence are the things
Religion and weakness has ruined this world Mass breeding humans to follow the herd Muhammad, Christ, Buddha we must expurgate Redeem this planet before
Even in their holy books they knew there'd be a day For an apocalypse to wash their gods away Predestined savagery and sacrilegious bliss The serpent
Courage and brawn forges foreordained conquest Masters always conquer the slaves Weak creatures doomed to face capitulation Lex Talionis governs the
Smoke clears the air Heathen flag waves high Our regime is in power Pentagram with an eye Millennium's end, that's where we'll begin Millennium's end
Welcome to the new world order Made up the dark elite minds Rebellion wiped out the bastards in charge No sympathy for genetic slime A new age is here
Fuck their laws and morals They don't represent me For I'm an abomination Praise hate and blasphemy Don't need their holy ranting Don't want to lovely
I reject the gods you adore Freedom from religious lore At ease with my sins Anti-god, my life begins I am heathen Why must you all look to the sky
I'm an SAS hit squad assassin. Protector of the state Protecting those in power from the terrorist cowards. Elimination's the game Fulfilling Government
Nothing to say? Then shut your face Do you get the picture? Don't like what you see? Look the other way, do you get the picture? I'm sick of hearing
Time and time again we hear the same old rumours Conflict doing this, Conflict doing that Have you heard the one about Conflicts pacifism? The message
as the rest of them, and they ain't worth the breath. Leading the way you talk and talk and protest, but nothing changes Forward into battle - "The Final Conflict
I listen to my radio; there's something I would really like to know Do people care what's going on? Or rather hear another love song? Move to the rhythms
The poll tax hangs above our heads, as Thatcher wields the axe The budget, well that pleased us, our shares increased and less tax The nurses, fight
So Listen crowd of people and listen wisely, it's I, daddy Kerry, telling everybody So what we gonna do about this mad lady? Everybody knows she's gonna
