Going to war – leave all behind
Open the door, to madness and crimes
War is a whore – she needs more and more
Massive Crossfire – is what she desires
Crossfire
Bullets fly fast, you cannot hide
You cannot rest, you cannot fight
Lying in mud, this ocean of blood
Your fellows are crying, like cattle they’re dying
Crossfire
Leaving this war in dead-body bags
Death waits for more - they will not come back
The slaughter goes on, in the name of the One
Who’s reigning in fire, and ruling the liars
Crossfire