Cry out in war, smash through the gates Flames burning high, now mayhem awaits Call in the war machines, unsheath the steel Scream out for violence, death we shall deal... At war with gods Against all the odds Through rivers of blood. Release the dogs Hot on there heels, the thundering horde All false ones and decivers Fall under our swords Let loose the winds of death Howling loud and long Take their lives without mercy The reaper sings his song Always on the attack As the skies all turn black Now let run with the pack Release the dogs In the name of the slaughter In the name of the gun This is the only spirit by which ours will be done In this game of the slaughter which has only just begun This is the unholy spirit by which our war be won. We pass this sentance of death So take your last breath Now off with your heads. Release the dogs!