[bad word] to the valleys 
Of the slaughter-land 
They S.O.S. 
And are down on your breast
You can see the window 
Glass and cigarettes.
And die again 
What the others say of that
Like in a horror movie 
Beasts are to reside
All around us are moving
The creatures of the night
Who can tell me 
What is going on 
I can't feel the air 
Living on my own 
All I hear is screams of pain
And it's driving me insane.
Fire on the city, 
Order is abused 
In the art of living
The war is at the door
All the towns and cities 
Are consumed in flames 
And all the dying again 
Are waiting for the fate
Radio is ready 
We can't get the news 
No more consolation 
For [bad word] or [bad word] through the city
Bolters every day 
Oh devil sucks 
There's no [bad word] way
All I hear is creams of pain 
And it's driving me Insane. 
SLAUGHTERS! SLAUGHTERS! 
And it's driving me insane.
Now we gonna finish 
Plead that they were dead 
Only worse with minutes  [bad word] mad
Waiting for revival 
All [bad word] insane 
There is no one 
To defend us from the dead 
None to get away with 
Save your own life 
It is you that agreed on 
To stand or survive
Living through the slaughter 
Just a day or so 
Well fight for your life 
Or they'll wait no more
All I hear is screams of pain 
And it's driving me insane. 
SLAUGHTERS! SLAUGHTERS! 
And it's driving me insane.