Songtexte: Job for a Cowboy. To Detonate And Exterminate.

The bodies of millions pile atop
The splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis
Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own doing

As their limbs smolder and ignite
Their faces steadily ripen with immense pleasure
Self-execution comes with victory
Self-mutilation comes with utter success

Their perception flickers with the glowing and ignited
Landscape as they gaze toward the once populated soil

The nation's flag cloaks the impure fallen militant bodies
Fraudulent celebration of integrity
The hordes of the serpentine lord march and butcher the remaining living

Nuclear warfare ticks down as the sirens resonate
Through the ears of the moribund
Detonation, extermination
The fragmented shell diffuses and erupts a conflagration of infernal horror

The bodies of millions pile atop
The splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis
Their perception flickers with the glowing and ignited
Landscape as they gaze toward the once populated soil

The nation's flag cloaks the impure fallen militant bodies
Fraudulent celebration of integrity
The hordes of the serpentine lord march and butcher
March and butcher the remaining living

Nuclear warfare ticks down as the sirens resonate
Through the ears of the moribund
Detonation, extermination
The fragmented shell diffuses and erupts a conflagration of infernal horror