Gathering, propaganda against disease
Portrait, of dead enemies in the abyss
Luxury, with Christians raped by ours swords
Leadership, my word is worth more than your God!

Engulfed in fire you will die
Reduced to ashes whores of Christ
Crimson rivers to our mighty hate
Melted Flesh, the human stench

Fellow brothers bleeding in our arms
Hesitation on the order, to retreat or attack
Desperation, death's possession, now there's no return
Will our tomb be this dry damned earth?

Howling wolves, dying today
Killed on the front, to live on the flank

But the warriors, stands in battle
Shedding blood, yet not in vain
Led with, an iron fist
Honourable death, What a Fine Day to Die