Death to be on to the west threat
Evil is the purity of lies
No hope... as we are laying in the mud and wait for the end which is coming from above

Creed is the engine of fighting
Battleground is the death row of man
Fire brings the pain in a bombshell, lies on the skin like glue its burning

Napalm from the sky
Look! How the world dies
Smell the burning flesh
Feel and hear the bomb crash

Waiting for the enemy to show up
Reload every dead man counts
Get them all with a shot in the head now rules of the war
"Kill him twice to be sure! "

Pain of the flames which are rising, fire spreading out in the wood
Napalm always and everywhere this is the end but I don't really care

Napalm from the sky
Look! How the world dies
Smell the burning flesh
Feel and hear the bomb crash

Napalm from the sky
Look! How the world dies
Smell the burning flesh
Feel and hear the bomb crash