Woorden: Bolt Thrower. Warmaster. Profane Creation.

Constructed with vengeful hate
The extinction of life, man's final plight
We strive until the end
Though none shall be taken alive

A killing machine, programmed for death
To destroy all that comes within his sight
Mindless, created insane
Mankind shall never survive, never survive

Strength becoming weaker
As fear grows within
Faced with eternal damnation
The end shall now begin

Profane creation
The dawn of a new age
Technology's progression
Over man machines reign

Enslaved without compassion
New masters of the earth we dwell
Human life is worthless
In this automated living hell

In the quest for perfection, life becomes obsolete
Humanity faces deletion, this nightmare world is complete
As we wait for execution, in silence we stand in line
The total extinction of the existence of mankind

Our futile life's now ended
Free from the suffering and pain
Our systems now are loaded
We have been created profane

Profane creation
The dawn of a new age
Technology's progression
Over man machines reign

Enslaved without compassion
New masters of the earth we dwell
Human life is worthless
In this automated living hell

In the quest for perfection, life becomes obsolete
Humanity faces deletion, this nightmare world is complete
As we wait for execution, silent we stand in line
The total extinction of the existence of mankind