| Iksuda |
| With God’s word and forked tongue |
| Justified by their own lies |
| Corrupt, but glorified through media |
| This is what your world is to become |
| Viscous, malicious |
| Sadistic, ritualistic |
| Strapped down, stripped bare |
| Terrified |
| Now — illusion fades |
| The body grows, towering |
| Feed on fear within |
| Now to pierce the skin |
| Fragrance of the fatal wound |
| Draws the mass into the room |
| Abducted, tortured, slain, devoured |
| And entombed |
| Reaching for the flesh |
| Of the child, bleeding to death |
| As the final breath |
| Slowly exits his open chest |
| Master geneticists |
| Bloodlines obsession |
| Slaughtering mankind |
| With God’s word and forked tongue |
| Justified in their sick minds |
| They hunt |
| They prey upon our young |
| Sacrificed for their virgin blood |
| The Alpha Draconians |
| Ignorant to their origin |
| Fear of the soul |
| Paa Tal |
| Soon, protection comes |
| (Above our sky, rebellion grows) |
| Incoming. emerging |
| Our race is now at stake |
| The cadence of our emotions |
| Spawns aggressions, envious |
| For such things, they cannot obtain |
| Leaving them spiritually restrained |
| Reaching for the flesh |
| Of our world, as sentinels slept |
| We’re born where slaves are kept |
| Shall we die as our saviors rest? |
| Barra-Etu-Azag |
| Taru-La-Sahmu-Dakhu |