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My body bathed in blood

 The shots go towards them

 The acrid smoke of dead bodies hovers everywhere

 There is no mercy even for the victims!

 I hurdle corpses, there’s so many of them here

 The enemies and the relatives die one after one



It’s hell on earth

 We have to kill without mercy, without remorse

 Death to the week - prise the honour

 A cemetery breath of dead wind

 Inside the victims grave - dead mist

 Among the corpses - charred shreds of my body

 I didn’t lose – death is the victor of all