The seas spat terror to our midst Whom we must dely For the sake our lands And that which we perceive righteous Our homes are taken by robbery The spared induced to flames Forced to take on the assailants And that which we perceive sacrilegious
Our streets are swarming of foe Contagious and foul The fiends have been offered The liberating fire of the Dragunov
Until their hopes are broken And their worthless lives removed These spirits linger Until the wretched whimper Seek no shelter from our homes Seek no home from this land We return fire Until the wretched whimper
They came in many Like pestilence To contaminate our gardens To feed on our orchards But to be hopelessly slain Like the vermin they are