作词 : Becerra, Torrao
Mutants from the battle 
Survivors of the blast 
Lightning fills the sky 
Today will be the last 
Blood stains on the earth 
As the night emits its shadow 
No hope of rebirth 
From the final battle 
No will to live, so set me free 
From this pain and misery 
There's no days to pass 
No tomorrow here 
Next breath is your last 
And no time for fear 
Death is in the air 
And thunder in the skies 
Children in despair 
By his blade you die 
Wear a robe of death 
Stand around the fire 
Steaming is your breath 
Worshipping the sire 
Satan's call is strong 
From a world away 
Tempt you with his eyes 
And you will decay 
No will to live, so set me free 
From this pain and misery 
Blood runs from my throat 
Razor in my hand 
Ended with a slice 
All the blood is nice 
Hanging by a rope 
Wrapped around my neck 
End my life with death 
Murder on my breath 
Drink the blood from my chalice 
Come to Hell, and my palace 
Grab your heart 
It's in my hand 
Take you to the evil land 
Alone at night 
In your grave 
Coffin's door is your slave 
Blackened earth is all around 
Below I hear a burning sound 
What could it be except for 
Hell? Burning souls is what 
I smell Can't suffice 
So pay the price 
Give your soul 
Take the toll 
Die Bleed for me 
Your death, so sweet 
Die for me 
You'll feel the heat 
I am real as the earth 
Can you feel 
Satan's birth? 
In the night, the undead roam 
In the day, you're dead in your home 
You can live only by death 
Worship Satan with the rest 
Burning bodies fall from the sky 
Horrid glances in their eyes 
Glowing numbers on their heads 
They're arrived, the living dead