["I put no stock in religion. By the word 'religion' I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the will of God. I've seen too much religion in the eyes of too many murderers."] Hear the voice from above Put their backs against the wall Judge, jury, and executioner Answering the call It’s time to pass the judgment On those who dwell in sin Murder in God’s name Let the bloodshed begin I’ll paint the walls blood red I’ll paint the floors blood red I’ll paint your clothes blood red Another sign, unleash the killer in my head Blood red! The world is sick and I’m the cure Righteous fury clouds my eyes God’s light in the muzzle flash Last thing you see before you die Welcome the warmth I offer you here I’ve chosen you, my child Have no fear I’ll paint the walls blood red I’ll paint the floors blood red I’ll paint your clothes blood red Another sign, unleash the killer in my head Blood red! The time has come, embrace the Word You soon shall know the One I serve You can cry now if you must But I know that my cause is just Fighting my own holy war Leave their bodies on the floor On your knees, I know I’m right Here it comes, the blinding light I’ll paint the walls blood red I’ll paint the floors blood red I’ll paint your clothes blood red Another sign, unleash the killer in my head Blood red! ["The law can go too far. It can go too far. I ask myself, 'Would Jesus do it thusly?' There is so much done in Christendom of which Christ would be incapable."]

The preacher in his pulpit stands Delivering religious bile A hooded figure in the back Approaches him and takes control Those who look upon his face Transfigured into beings like him Harken to the phantom’s voice Look…into my eyes and see the truth About the world, I scorn Pious noise, I spit Upon their rules and laws You…are your own master Choose…whom you serve this day Will it be yourself Or will you be their slave? The end of idols Is drawing near The end of gods And their rule by fear Enemy of faith Enemy of faith I speak truth to the powerful. I am the nemesis of the throne. I come with answers for those who wish to see, to lay waste the lies of the false light, to dethrone madness, and silence the rhetoric of hypocrites. To them, you are nothing, merely tools in a grand scheme that you will never understand, for that is not their wish. To them, the death of a body is no loss: we are structurally identical, animated or turned carcass. I come to throw wide the door to which you have always been denied entry, to cast true light on the falsely illuminated. Eyesight is fundamentally blasphemous to our potential. The enemy knows this, and will deny you truth at every turn. They use emotions to enslave your minds and turn you against one another. See ye not that ye are gods? Cast off the yoke of their domination and break the chains that bind your soul, for reason is the enemy of faith! Look…into my eyes and see the truth About the world, I scorn Pious noise, I spit Upon their rules and laws You…are your own master Choose…whom you serve this day Will it be yourself Or will you be their slave? The end of idols Is drawing near The end of gods And their rule by fear Enemy of faith Enemy of faith Reason is the enemy of faith!

["The dead know only one thing...it is better to be alive."] Rise up and defend our nation Red brigades have crossed the border We need killers with no hesitation Terminate when given orders There is one man I know like this Patient, quiet, deadeye aim No finer sharpshooter exists Those bastard Reds will know his name At Kollaa now we make our stand To the river, hold the line No retreat but by command Post our snipers in the pines Give this man his gear and rifle Send him out to stalk the night He’ll bring glory to our cause Kollaa kestää, to the fight! Finland’s honored flag unfurled A frozen fist with fingers curled I unleash this man upon the world Beware the White Death Twenty good men used to be here Now only we five remain One by one, we disappeared As tears in the Kievan rain One by one, he hunted us Kollaa’s woods became our grave Damn the man, I name him thus Belaya Smert, the beast depraved I see him sometimes in my dreams Faceless shape with icy eyes Those soulless orbs show the gleam Of pleasure when a Russian dies His count’s five hundred now, I’m told How long before our own time comes? Who knew hell could be so cold? The devil watches from behind that gun The shadow in the trees attacks Then melts away and leaves no tracks Be sharp, comrades, watch your backs Beware the White Death Devastation Desolation In the forest Death comes softly With silent calm, I lie in wait On the hill above, concealed in snow I look down my irons, five men I see In the encampment down below Snow in mouth to hide my breath Garbed in white to hide my form Don’t try to run, for I bring death The herald of the void is born Once I was a man, but now Death himself I have become Harvesting Red Army souls Demonized by foreign scum Touching and feeling and tasting beheadings My twilight hunt, stalked from afar Rumors of my fame are spreading By Belaya Smert pursued you are I haunt the frozen Finnish night Guided by the northern lights I’ve got your head dead in my sights Beware Beware Beware Beware Beware The White Death

Since the dawn of man we’ve fought Bloodshed old as time Now our final end we’ve wrought Difference our crime Too late to turn back the clock The piper must be paid The earth is rent by the shock Of a brighter light than day The falling rain Bitter as gall Portent of pain The end of all Nowhere to run Mankind regress The time has come For the dominion of death From their thrones the great look down And dictate life and death In a rain of flame the world to drown “Fight to your last breath!” But what’s the point? For all was lost From the time the first man spoke If we knew then the awful cost Would we the fire provoke? The falling rain Bitter as gall Portent of pain The end of all Nowhere to run Life is suppressed Shatter the sun And bringeth down death “And who are you,” each proud lord said “That I must bow so low? Your blood runs just as red as ours That’s all the truth I know!” And so they spoke, and so they spoke And now the world is seared And the blackened rain shall weep over all With not a soul to hear The falling rain Bitter as gall Portent of pain The end of all Peace is foregone The slaughter profess A nuclear dawn for the epoch of death