Sufferings on your face erase anything you called
prosperity
Now the stones are your shells against the fucking enemies. It's
not brutality
God! The blood is everywhere, on the ground the mud is a cemetery
There's no reason to survive for you…evil fatality

Go! From territory!
Out! The enemies!
There's not brutality
There's not insanity

Sufferings on your face erase anything you
called prosperity
Now the stones are your shells against the fucking enemies.
It's not brutality
Sorry for my opinions, it doesn't matter my nationality
Just to fight, justified to hate, justified to kill , that's my ability

…And you with your gun, you
are proud to make justice
I will die to delay your joy

Go! From territory!
Out! The enemies!
There's not brutality
There's not insanity