A killing machine ready to die Vicious combat in the mud and blood Chained strangled submit to none Extinguish life through force of will Proud yet fearing masters Their time has passed A killing machine ready to die Bastard followers of a white christ Devour their own god to free from sin Drink his blood eat his flesh Driven by hatred more than revenge To the fringes of the earth The heathen escapes the cross The beginning is the end And there is no god Bound by traditions of endless torture They make us what is dead Could I ever forgive my father For bringing me to this place