The windows of the mind
Leave all the pain behind
Still you run, you're running blind
The Harbour that you see
It just won't let you be
Your time is done, you're running blind
Yeah! Disbeliever, unholy receiver
You'll fall to your knees without fail
Aah, to your doubt, if you think that I have doubt
Go to hell, I'm the best, just beware
Aah, run from this place, it's a new kind of race
Generations of men bred to kill
Fly for your life, just a kiss from my mouth
I will conquer your miserable soul
Genocide
My people survive
All your disease and lies
They proclaim me the king of the damned
I take no defeat, I have half of them beat
I am king, I am God, I am Death
I am Death
