Dead humans everywhere
Fields and streets full of blood

Enemies from all directions
Are fighting against us

Friends are dieing beside us
But we have the will to live

We realize the sickness of war
We know the sickness of hate
We realize the sickness of war
We know the sickness of hate

Come of fight

Sickness of war
Sickness of hate

Oodles of blood must be shed
To defeat our enemies.

Sickness of war
Sickness of hate

Sickness of war
Sickness of hate

Dieing
Fighting