The desperation, acute pain
Washing the hope in the blood
Machines fed with dead
Throwing bullets through your skin
Guns on your head
Face to face with death
Cold as a machine
Do not show agony
Sweat goes down on your face
Blood boils inside
In the eyes, reflection of the hate
Fight to survive and not die
Killing the will
Killing the crowd
Killing repressing, burn on the floor
Burn at will
In the middle of the crowd
Burn the repression, show your hatred
No way to hide
No way to think
A silent scream grows in
The inevitable routine
From escape, from misery
Fighting everything
Leaving the agonizing state
Exuding hate
Blood in the eyes
Abandon your faith
For there is no mercy
All flags I'm going to burn
I'm going to decapitate this scourge
All I am Gonna Burn
I'll hang everyone
Do not search for peace
It does not exist here
Survive is enough in this constant conflict
Do not search for peace
When you survive, it's enough
Forget the purity
Long time ago it was gone
Killing the will
Killing the crowd
Killing repressing, burn on the floor
Burn at will
In the middle of the crowd
Burn the repression, show your hatred
Exuding hate
Blood in the eyes
Abandon your faith
For there is no mercy
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