The day is about to rise
And death has not ceased yet
On the battlefield we can't choose not to fight
All the chances you have are only die or die
Death dwells around me
The last march is about to begin
Here I come to their pain
Here I call death AK47
And they call us the servants of hell
We destroy their future
We destroy their past
They can't break the resistance
We are their last nightmare
In the last march
You will die, you will kill
No second chances
This field shall be your grave
In the last fight
You will rise, you will fall
No second best
You have to be more than all
Kill, kill, kill them now
Blood, gore, this is the war
This day we fight
We won't forget it anymore
Faces, faces, they have no faces
Never, never, the second best
You have their lives
Don't let them get yours
When you feel the terror closer
Your hate runs in your veins
There's no sign of hope
There's no sign of fear
In the last march
You will die, you will kill
No second chances
This field shall be your grave
In the last fight
You will rise, you will fall
No second best
You have to be more than...
More than us all
This is the end.