Landscapes of mass assassinations
Every corpse is rotten
Every step is a "death way"
Murder, is your destination
You become a sinner
But this time I'll take command

War open several graves
Corpses kill themselves
Take time for the worms
Fuckin´time

Imminent war is coming
And every corpse is dead
Amnesty for the Nation
That doesn't have name and place
Every corpse into the ground
Rise the flag of pain
Imminent death ride away
And every hope is dead.

Walking through this place of Hell
Kicking heads around
This kind of horror is paranoid
Sorrow, deny all the holy
Weakness, fear, no mercy
Tempted by the human flesh

Human DECAPITATED….

Landscapes of mass assassinations
Every corpse is rotten
Every step is a "death way"
Creeping, with the marked flesh
Thousand tales of torture
Absolute is terror. Not, Not, DIE.