can cross the thousand oceans
and endless storm across
without the mercy and the defeat
the rage moves on
the color of the ocean turns red
and the sun weeps to its death!
the dead will rise again
and the reign will march again
upon the sky of your deserted soil
where your soldier looks ahead with helplessness
the raging sword and the merciless rage
the one who have the wish of his mother and his woman
can cross ahead the heads of all those cowards
blood to blood
sword to sword
ashes to ashes
we rise again
to feed on your blood and guts
BEWARE!
the respect of my woman is the RESPECT OF MY SOUL
the one who creates his destiny
and the one who brings happiness to his soil!
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