A poor farmer boy, to the wars he goes 

with his father's pride, and his mother's tears 

and he goes a virgin, to both women and blood 

he'll return a monster, mad crippled and blind 

and his name is Atrocity 

and his name is Atrocity 



Soon they will teach him, how to love the war 

and how to kill, for a piece of rag 

the burnt out houses, the murdered babies 

the gang raped children, shall be his calling card 

and his name is Atrocity 

and his name is Atrocity 



And he shall make orphans, and widows too 

and he will torture with a smile on his face 

and he will take sons from mothers and fill their world with pain 

and he will take brothers from sisters and lay their souls to waste 

and his name is Atrocity 

and his name is Atrocity