War

Charge Annihilate the enemies One by one the victims Annihilate the enemy One by one the victories It is a war for freedom It is a war for ethnic domination It is a war for a king Or the name of god Come on come on Carry high the banner Carry high the banner Do not fail Every shot Dragging the following one Never falter Every slash Bringing the following one Kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill Kill From the pool of blood All around me I’m getting crazy It is a killing spree I am the perfect weapon That write in red on red A dark page of history The puppet of a dark theatre Where the puppeteer himself Is a puppet The weapon of a king Writing in black A black page of history In the dark we are the perfect weapons Writing in red on red A black page of history Puppets of a dark theatre Where the puppeteer himself is a puppet In the dark we are blind warriors Of a blind king Fighting in a dark world The flame Of which Will soon be extinguished And inexorably fall Into Oblivion