Genre: Technical Death Metal

With suffering but alive, [bad word] through decimated bodies
Gapping, suppurated, oozing, are the wounds of my blood brothers
Through blood for freedom, I rise up against these dictators
Vindicative, oppressive, menaching, is the yoke of these warmasters

Participate in the symphony of [bad word]  kill to survive
Remember how thin life is on earth
Defend the sovereign laws of your country, [bad word] to dominate
Remember how scarce air is on earth

Blackout, Blackout

With joy, but soulless, I've dealt out death with bomb dropping
For the riches, with napalm I destroy my enemies' nations

Exploded, erased, are the targeted peoples
Lost, trivial is the light of these poor men

Blackout, Blackout

With disgust but vomitless, I instinctively pick up my body's parts
Char, [bad word]  is the blade that doubles me up with pain (now)
Through blood for freedom, I rose up against these tyrants
Deserved, blessed, soothing will soon be my rest, I've been slain

Participate in the symphony of [bad word]  kill to survive
Remember how thin life is on earth
Defend the sovereign laws of your country, [bad word] to dominate
Remember how scarce air is on earth

Build up your way to hope, stab your fill (till exultation)
Remember some won't flinch and take your place
Fight for a legitimate war, eviscerate to civilize
Remember we [bad word] out of water, out of sun