Is not a disease that brings you the pain
This is the war which kills you again

Cough and spit blood steadily
Now get use to suffering
Mosh pit goes in front the stage
And your soul is burning

The war is here
Let burn your fire

Feel flying fists
Breaking your bones
Sparing vital fluids
Filling the ground with blood

Destroying the edge, taking revenge
The rage is clouding your sense
All is intense in this crazy dance
Thrash flowing through your veins
Gravity of a black hole crushing your soul
Disturbed angry patrol
Thrashing the scene while blasting my words
drums are like spears, guitars are like stones

Feel flying fists
Breaking your bones
Sparing vital fluids
Filling the ground with blood

With this song...
Fury comes...
Take it come on...
Head is cracking and your mind is boiling...
Thoughts are gone and you are now destroying...
Will come true?
Will come true?
Will come true the annihilation you'll do?

The entire legion's on the ground
Hearing the last thrashing sound
Blood in your face
Death in your corpse

Is not a disease that brings you the pain
This is the war which kills you again