Bombs fall! (repeat) Bombs are falling like diarrea in a public toilet: feel god’s rear I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it’s god’s command pregnant moms are givin birth to burst sons: their hope is dead I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it’s god’s command Bombs fall! (repeat) Children’s fate being mutilated, orphan legs seeking owner’s trunk Owner’s trunk, that doesn’t belong to a soldier or a sargent of the armies of the world in fact the owner is a victim: noisy bombs dig yards of tombs Dead hope (repeat) I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it’s god’s command Bombs fall!