Eighteen years , my time has come

My fatherland calls me to the patriotic service

Coercive methods applied



No reason is worthy , for these musclehead's flock

Officials're screaming , youngmen're punished

Who can be proud?



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Militia , Honour , Fascist Control!

The arny grows up to mantain the peace 

A peace that4s built with bloody corpse piles



Two years are wasted , with rigid discipline 

a btrainwash by the force , systematically made

erase my thoughts



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