Syndrome 1 - War Time has come time to unleash the war Pure blood wanna stain this ground Time has come time to unleash the war Ash will cover rising Sun Kill in the name of God Kill in the name of gold Kill in the name of passion Unquiet war, in crushed mind I couldn't find anyone to protect me Against amorphic faces, screaming in the dark Can you hear the words of schizophrenic anthem My helmet is made of metal, with dead brain cells inside We are well prepared for war This ancient times, illustrer lies, pain and death, left behind in our flawless legacy They turn dishonour into pride, procreate next seeds of pain You live on a leash chained to war machine... Restless Flame Is burning in human hearts ...Their cogs break down your peace Ancients swords, turns into bombs, Feel like blood lusts are tempting "My helmet is made of metal , with dead brain cells inside"' Time has come time to unleash the war Pure blood wanna stain this ground Time has come time to unleash the war Ash will cover rising Sun We are well prepared We are well prepared For War