All i can think about is revenge
The slaughhter inside my head never ends
And to all who deny this sin
Baba eed janed cach-men
Ethnic genocide
On million died
Cries went unheard in 1915
No one remembers, no one believes
Some turks deny, but they [bad word] lie
America knew, but as usual
They just stood by and listened to the cries
„why interfere? There`s no money here
Who are the armenians.. [bad word] cares if they`re alive
Who cares if they sucking suvive.“
Forced in the desert and into sandy graves
Children were murdered while their mothers were raped
Babies were thrown in the air and impaled on swords
Nothing but death from the turckish hordes
Dispersal took place some armenians escaped
Most met a [bad word] end
Now we are few but we`ll always be [bad word] 
To the armenians that we will defend
First they were bound, then split with an axe
They juggled their heads and the turks laughed
Set on fire like human torch
Many were nailed alive to the floor