Two Hundred Bullets

Country Roads (Over)Filled With People

Now Airstrikes Have Begun

Burning Fields

Crying Dying Children

It`s Time To Let Machine Guns Speak



Give Me Shelter

From The Burning Earth

Flames Are Getting Higher

Sirens Call - Death



Our Perfect World

Is There A Beauty In Death?

I See The Raptures Of My World

I Take My Gun To Load It

With Two Hundred Bullets

All In One Horrible Scenario

Black Birds Are Flying Low

Messengers Of Danger

And Devastation



Death And Epidemic Will Be Law

Open My Eyes

And See The Ghostly Shadows Of War

Following My Mind

To Protect My Life

Against The Assistants Of Crime

Humiliation

Burning Pain

Furious Hate



I Had A Suspicion

Beauty Is Only Illusion