All night you can feel all the blood it runs

Dying from the death of the machine gun

Crying on a field without mercy

Death in your eyes you have never seen

Torment all the priests on earth

Quarter all the enemies tonight

Nail all their corpses to the cross

Choose the dirty laughing from your face

Cry war

Flashlight is taking all the flash from your face

Torture feels like the fastest black race

Dying everyday it is the same

Laughing about the corpses in this game