Our time's not up, our lives aren't done,
If you've thought that, you'd better run,
Because by Nil you'll see our living hate...
You think you're free, you think you're right,
Not worried about the lurking night,
And you wonder what could be so damn irate...

Well we're standing here, around your home,
Your name we'll add to our bloodied tome,
The silent night will be pierced by your screams...
You've left your life in our red hands,
Surrender now, heed our commands,
It's time you go and die for your blasphemes...

Because we will never taste our own defeat,
If you think we will, it's your fatal mistake,
If you beg for mercy, it just adds to the bliss.

We see you crying softly, trying to be left alone,
We hear you howling loudly, as we slice your flesh from bone,
But there's no way away from here, you know that by now,
We can tell you want to kill yourself, but that we won't allow.

Because we will never taste our own defeat,
If you think we will, it's your fatal mistake,
We've never seen a group that's more elite,
A nightmare we are; the world will never wake...
If you beg for mercy, it just adds to the bliss.

All you have, is the premise of your old life,
All you have, is the promise of a sweet knife,
All you have, is a black suicidal aura,
All you have, is a cell in Magnagora.

Because we will never taste our own defeat,
If you think we will, it's your fatal mistake,
We've never seen a group that's more elite,
A nightmare we are; the world will never wake...
If you beg for mercy, it just adds to the bliss.

All you have, is the premise of your old life,
All you have, is the promise of a sweet knife,
All you have, is a black suicidal aura,
All you have, is a cell in Magnagora.

So run, you little Elfen, or useless gilled Merian,
Watch the skies above you, for a shape that isn't avian,
Because the Nihilists will search from up above,
Their demonic wings make them our dark doves,

And before you know, with our numbers strong,
We will send our Broods of Ur'Guard along,
To hone their blades and skills upon your flesh...
Or perhaps we will deploy our twisted minds,
To rent the soil; twist your carcass to rind,
The Geomancers are ready to reshape reality's mesh...

But if you somehow manage to survive,
You should likely know your luck's run dry,
Because our "dark doves" have learned something from Nil...
It's sad you think your soul's not lost,
But my shrieking voice will take its cost,
A Cacophone's song might go and rob you of your will...

Because we will never taste our own defeat,
If you think we will, it's your fatal mistake,
We've never seen a group that's more elite,
A nightmare we are; the world will never wake...
If you beg for mercy, it just adds to the bliss.