In the dark trenches of the earth
They found a man a hollow vessel for research
Wires thread through the rancid entrails
A perverse mimicry of veins pulsing with digital hate
Send it back to hell
With no sympathy create a murderous machine
Sucking the life out of everything
With no sympathy create a murderous machine
Sucking the life out of everything
There is no god here only the void
Forged not in the image of man
The Antichrist is reborn
Send it back to hell
Send it back to hell
Send it back to hell
From its gaping maw of twisted metal
It speaks in tongues unknown to mortal ears
Prophecies of the end encrypted in suffering
A voice that echoes in the souls of the damned
The souls of the damned
Send it back to hell