In an old tin house in the shores by the sea, A dying man gathers his sons, "For years I've toiled in titanic pits, Pounding metal under the steel moon. Every father would give the world for his offspring, So this world I shall give to you, Behold my machine! All vengeance and steam! The world sleeps, you know what to do..." Until the fire boils the deep. Super Destroyer! Its eyes burn red, Sink fast, annihilate, The tide is on fire, Super Destroyer! On a black wave of dread, Conjured from pure hate, And burning desire. Super Destroyer! Bred to kill from the start, Rise from the depths, The blood of my brothers' heart. Super Destroyer! Tearing your world apart, Rise from the depths, Super Destroyer! So much time invested in a killing machine, Its fuel is your last breath, The waters are clouded, its strikes from the darkness, Dragging you to the depths. Our senses awake, like waterborne snakes, Crawl from nowhere like fingers of Satan, We stare into the face of defeat, And emerge wearing its skin. Until the fire boils the deep. Super Destroyer! Its eyes burn red, Sink fast, annihilate, The tide is on fire, Super Destroyer! On a black wave of dread, Conjured from pure hate, And burning desire. Super Destroyer! Bred to kill from the start, Rise from the depths, The blood of my brothers' heart. Super Destroyer! Tearing your world apart, Rise from the depths, Super Destroyer! The promise of feeding on the blood of the future, Drink dry the well of human-hybrid failure, Strike again with a thirst for new blood, The writhing steel arms of the new god. Super Destroyer! Its eyes burn red, Sink fast, annihilate, The tide is on fire, Super Destroyer! On a black wave of dread, Conjured from pure hate, And burning desire. Super Destroyer! Bred to kill from the start, Rise from the depths, The blood of my brothers' heart. Super Destroyer! Tearing your world apart, Rise from the depths, Super Destroyer!

To the sea, to the sea, to the beautiful sea, The never-ending, deep, blue sea. To the waters that flow to the edge of our world, Forever beckoning me. It drains your strength, It makes us weak, Cuts out our tongues so we can't speak, It breaks your back and kills your soul. (Heave!) To the sky, to the sky, to the frozen, dead sky, The ice-cold throne of lies. Into the sun, burn the eyes of the blind, A ship of fools we'll forever be. It drains your strength, It makes us weak, Cuts out our tongues so we can't speak, It breaks your back and kills your soul. (Heave!) To the earth, to the earth, to the dry, cursed earth, The barren, torn hole of our birth. That spit us out, doesn't want us back. Back to the first hole we see... It drains your strength, It makes us weak, Cuts out our tongues so we can't speak, It breaks your back and kills your soul. (Heave!) Destroying all. (DESTROY!) Destroying all. (DESTROY!) Destroy it all. (DESTROY!) Destroy it all. (DESTROY!)

I'm lost for words, But I could paint a picture, Of bile and blood, For you don't care for scripture, New rules and new order, Are rotting the teeth of God, Sick of our shit, His ancient bowel grows sore. God's Colostomy Bag, Lost, There is no turning back. To start again we run, Without a by-your-leave, Words carved in steel, What the fuck do you believe? Do you pray and hope, For angels at your door? Don't hold your breath, Don't waste your prayers anymore. God's Colostomy Bag Lost, There is no turning back. We fall from grace, Undignified as they come. Who gives a fuck? In a couple of years there'll be noone, To remember the mess we made, Mock us for all we've done, Laugh in the face of God, There was no chosen one. God's Colostomy Bag We are lost, There is no turning back.

Out of the sunset, a shadow in light, nameless walks the stranger, His eyes sweep across what's left of this town and narrow in disgust. In the calm of dusk, he speaks his piece, lays his faith before them, "I will teach you to be destroyers of men, but I need your trust" The brave were few and most disbelieved him, a fistful of warriors stood up, Ready to fight for what they believed in, and die for glory, The leader said you are ready for war, but who is your enemy? The answer came "Whoever can stop us", so goes the story... When your world is a desert, No scarab rolls the night to day. The cult of the nomad, the wanderers, defilers of the wasteland, He fills their minds with blood and lies, the bloodlust never falters, The sun shines its shameful light on the glistening remains of war, The bones of the dead, fashioned into our altar. (We are at the altar of the nomad, We are at the altar of the dead, We said that we would never listen, To a word that he said.) When your world is a desert, No scarab rolls the night to day, So wander, the flock with no shepherd, A wise man shall lead you astray. He leads them to war, joins them in prayer, Feeds on their faith, drinks their despair, You were led by a stranger to the edge of the earth, Eroding all that they were worth. Pissing all over your carcass. Pissing all over your carcass. Pissing all over your carcass. Pissing all over us.