On your face a bright flash [bad word] grin
Marked with the blood a flag on a rock
the sign on a banner will accuse others
hide the stains of blood on your hands

your [bad word] isn't called a war
And [bad word] is only a working
blood, death, it's a [bad word] for others
It's the only a mission on the Front line

the order is received already
you're not to choose any more
and as mechanism appendage
you will be kill without a word
And all the world which is surrounded you
you will tear down in stones and ashes
You're not a beast, you 're not a maniaс
you 're simply assasin

your [bad word] isn't called a war
And [bad word] is only a working
blood, death, that's a [bad word] for others
It's the only a mission on the Front line

the evil fate is your second name
but to [bad word] with fate is the same work
There is someone for whom your death
It's the only a mission on the Front line

There're not innocents in the firing line
all logs in a fire chamber are guiltless
as the master of puppets in the firing line
death deftly plays his servant

On your face a bright flash [bad word] grin
Marked with the blood a flag on a rock
the sign on a banner will accusing you
hiding blood on hands of the enemy