| Battleships from the sea open fire |
| Burning flesh, tremble the earth |
| Landscape soldiers waiting for cold sure death |
| Dying bodies creep in bloody sand |
| Terrorized advancing, |
| Trampling the blood |
| Can take their soul infected |
| Looking at his last breath |
| Now I know |
| I’ll lose my faith |
| As my hand mutilated |
| Buried in mud |
| No regret |
| The battle is over |
| No time for sorrow |
| We will do no wrong |
| Night will come and I will follow |
| Fighting this war |
| We want to break the chains |
| That some forges with so much hate |
| Victory cry, tears of blood |
| Stain my face fade from war |
| We would conquer the hill |
| Marching pride |
| To annihilate the enemies |
| We leave behind |
| The beach destroyed |
| The wrath of the free world |
| I pull the trigger |
| His stupid lies bring pain |
| Superstition kill his caste |
| Now pay their horrible sins with the death |
| Night will come and I will follow |
| Fighting this war |
| We want to break the chains |
| That some forges with so much hate |
| Victory cry, tears of blood |
| Stain my face fade from war |
| We would conquer the hill |
| Marching pride |
| To annihilate the enemies |