(USA)-87 

Who'll cry for the children
When there's nowhere left [bad word] Who'll play the killer
So they don't suffer too long
I can tell all your fantasies
Failure to conquer has led to misery

Punish the sinners

Who'll bury, the babies
When there's no one to give a hand
All praise the conqueror of this
Blackened wasted land
I can tell al your fantasies
Failure to conquer has led to misery