Hopeless position of endless wars

There’s nothing what to fight for but death claims its attention

Risen fists, tanks and striking cannons

Everything collapses

To finish this cursed misery

Destroy and burn everything

It doesn't matter that this rabble will die

Massacre will confute everybody

Life has no price

Lots of mutilated bodies everywhere

Carrions are dropped into hollows crows are croaking

Pieces of flesh - nothing more

World of damned is in the wreckage

Perversed squads of killers

There comes a zombie out of hell

Without feelings it fulfils the prophecy

Prophecy about extermination human race

Prophecy about torturing of souls

Messengers out of hell - angels of death

Spread their black wings