Battalions of Hate کے بول

Blood is running down the street The war's still going on The soldiers are marching to the beat They never will come home Fear and terror mutilate Your personality So be prepared to die Find your tranquility Emotionless they fight and kill Destroying is their only will Battalions of hate - gloryfied crime Battalions of hate Aggression, anger, hatred, pain We're sick of all your lies War is just a senseless game And we must pay the price War is like a prison cell It's a room without a door It is like living in hell No one really knows Look into the eyes of death Battalions have taken your last breath