Screams of pain - Крики боли
 [bad word] to the valleys
Of the slaughterland,
They S.O.S. and are
Down on your breast.

You can see the window,
Glass and cigarets
And die again
What the others say of that.

Like in a horror movie
Beasts ar 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 consolidation
For [bad word] or fools! [bad word] through the city
Boolers every day
Oh, devil sucks
There's no [bad word] way

All I hear is screams 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 agred on
To stand and 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!