Nation Of Killers کے بول

The arms are rising on the sunrise The murderers sing with pride their hymn Corpses lie on streets, they rot and stinks Victims of this soldiers, the servants of Caine Nation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2) With pride, they use the weapons Cult to their master, insanity is their law Show their honour, spilling the men's blood Holy patriots of the killers nation Nation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2) A gun, pointing on your forehead A knife, piercing without mercy your flesh A rope, taking your life, and your breath A grave, next place for your existence dead Nation of killers, soldiers of the ploughman (x2)