Fire!

Dressed in black, weapons in hand
Prepared to kill, to eliminate the ill
Riding in the night, ready to fight
No mercy at all, the scum will fall

Forged in the pits of hell, there they dwell
Protected by black shields, crossing the fields
Hunting the wild pigs, making them scream
Breaking their legs, exploding their heads

Bullets flying through the air
Blood on the streets everywhere
People running scared
War is declared
Smoke covering the sky
People with tears in eyes
Chaos reigns
Beneath the remains

Who has guilty?
The filthy pigs
Brake their teeth
Cut their feet
Break their bones
Cut their balls
Smash their skull
Cut their arms