Green colors, senseless eyes No words only a brutal cry Poison in veins, wickedness in blood, Once poured in never comes out Gang of the beasts, colors of hate, A legion of dark accursed fate Defiling sky by their stinking breathe A raw grave is waiting beneath
They're coming in the twilights Seeping out from the burning hell Instead of brains there is crap inside They live and die in sin and spell
Vile bastards from the East Warriors of the mud The incurable disease They are hungry for our blood Sons of the eternal disgrace Gorging flesh and pain The immoral grasping race Depraved and insane
It was the first day of September A small town didn't know, That soon a nightmare would strike Exceeding the bounds of the human law And no one thought about death The whole life is left ahead Their victims are always innocent Defenseless and exposed They attack from behind the corner The sudden strike of devil's hand They kill and rape without regrets They bring the pain to our land
Walls of fire, bullets in your back Thirst and fear, a knife at your neck End of hopes, a broken cradle By hands of a rabble Melting steel, burning stones Everywhere are their dirty claws Ruined souls of survivors Unhealed wounds, scars on the hearts
The global web of bloody liars Corruption and constraint It's a business of the greasy spiders Affected by decay