black visions from the satellite sky

deaf ears hear not their cries

fat jackals howl at the moon

flies buzzing playing death's tune

night ends but the sun it don't rise

tombs open and the dead they will rise

black market buys your soul real cheap

no escaping what you sow you will reap

prisoners of the damned

find another land

planet of the lost

land of fire and frost

prisoners of the dead

fear the unknown dread

tidal waves at sea

set the serpents free

coup d'etat on a global scale

opposition locked up in jail

domination the goons are the boss

human race nailed to a cross