One, two - Two more corpses. Three, four - A glance of dying. Five, six - A cry for aid Seven, eight - The field of hate!
Tap the red push button - Waken the missiles Here, it was my home. Green turns to red! Our sweet meadow Now drowns in blood. Now, here is the bloody field Green turns to red!
You just may be kidding, My eyes will be Bleeding. Green will turn to red - The day on the bloody field.
All the things we love Shall die soon. A bloody tide wave Floods the quiet coast. I just strike back The one who hurt me. It's not my spite The flowers fade. I just fall ill, Grass is painted red. It's not my spite That infested the air.
Tap the red push button - Waken the missiles Here, it was my home. Green turns to red! Our sweet meadow Now drowns in blood. Now, here is the bloody field Green turns to red!
You just may be kidding, My eyes will be Bleeding. Green will turn to red - The day on the bloody field.
One, two - Two more corpses. Three, four - A glance of dying. Five, six - A cry for aid Seven, eight - The field of hate!
I’m taking an armor, I’m taking a rifle. Cast killing bullets To the bleeding Hateland!
You just may be kidding, My eyes will be Bleeding. Green will turn to red - The day on the bloody field.