Cold - Bloodwork

What’s left within ourselves

What have we become?

Sworn to an empty chest

Sworn to a blackened sun

Center of the west

To find the final solution

The triumph of the will

They control the mind

They control the masses

Purity to find

In blood and soil

What have we done

How could we fail to see the fading?

All of them gone

Now that we face the truth

We’re cold inside

Come, come

and see the worth of wrath

All enemies shall fall

On our holy path

We are the chosen kind

We are the force of fate

Wipe out the weak of mind

Come and praise your hate

What’s left within ourselves

What have we become?

Born in the serpent’s nest

Born in the blackened sun

Center of the west

To find the final solution

The victory of faith

We became the wave

As we became the tide

No life unworth to save

In our endless pride