The enemies have arrived
They've come through black seas
Landing at the shores
Welcomed with gunpowder's smell

There is no shelter against the steel rain
The worst of firestorms
We're walking among trenches with frayed nerves
Feeling pride to fight with value and honor

In the jaws of death
The reality is sad
In the jaws of death
The only way is to fight

Is this weariful battle
Satan rules supreme
And with blood of soldiers
Turns the sea to red