Atrocity کے بول

A poor farmer boy, to the wars he goes with his fhater's pride, and his mother's tears and he goes a virgin, to both women and blood he'll return a monster, mad crippled and blind and his name is Atrocity and his name is Atrocity Soon they will teach him, how the love the war and how to kill, for a piece of rag the burnt out houses, the murdered babies the gang raped children, shall be his calling card and his name is Atrocity and his name is Atrocity And he shall make orphans, and widows too and he will torture with a smile on his face and he will take sons from mothers and fill their world with pain and he will take brothers from sisters and lay their souls to waste and his name is Atrocity and his name is Atrocity