Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner

Unknown to remorse and pity

Cynical, electric fuckin murderer



What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the

Unholy Alliance and the white fear



Take a look around and understand, (that) your day's are numbered

The demon on the Wall and the ticking clock

Closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?



The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years

Reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone away



Filthgrinder - practise aggression

Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite

Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly



Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours

Like in days of old



He can feel it, he knows they can't

To be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken

You don't believe, you know!

He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard

Yeah!

The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself



The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy

Evil knows no good, good knows no evil

But a saviour he is in all forms, but religious

A grand engine carrying years of built up hatred

And Powers, you know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?

Your heart trying to rip it's way through your chest



Filthgrinder a beastified being risen from the collective

Hatred of an oppressed people

A people representing pride, dignity and honour!