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Subzero triumphant evil

Freezing racing demonic disorder

Obscured by his shadowland

Savage are the masters own

In the trenches of the gutterwar

Turn to death by the bloodwolf invertion

Minds forever locked into, cold fucking murder

You know you are a killer true

These drugs 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