Subzero triumphant evil
Freezing racing demonic disorder
Obscured by his shadowland
Savage are the masters own
In the trenches of the gutterwar
Turn to d**h by the bloodwolf invertion
Minds forever locked into, cold f**ing murder
You know you are a k**er true
These d** will never bring you peace
Enveloped by the spirits dark
You are counting your dead
And it smells like tank warfare
Slaveskin banner high
Satan artillery scorching
Native hammer crushing
Addicted to the stench of dying
To the raping of the slain