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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