One, two -
Two more corpses.
Three, four -
A glance of dying.
Five, six -
A cry for aid
Seven, eight -
The field of hate!
Tap the red push button -
Waken the missiles
Here, it was my home.
Green turns to red!
Our sweet meadow
Now drowns in blood.
Now, here is the bloody field
Green turns to red!
You just may be kidding,
My eyes will be Bleeding.
Green will turn to red -
The day on the bloody field.
All the things we love
Shall die soon.
A bloody tide wave
Floods the quiet coast.
I just strike back
The one who hurt me.
It's not my spite
The flowers fade.
I just fall ill,
Grass is painted red.
It's not my spite
That infested the air.
Tap the red push button -
Waken the missiles
Here, it was my home.
Green turns to red!
Our sweet meadow
Now drowns in blood.
Now, here is the bloody field
Green turns to red!
You just may be kidding,
My eyes will be Bleeding.
Green will turn to red -
The day on the bloody field.
One, two -
Two more corpses.
Three, four -
A glance of dying.
Five, six -
A cry for aid
Seven, eight -
The field of hate!
I'm taking an armor,
I'm taking a rifle.
Cast killing bullets
To the bleeding Hateland!
You just may be kidding,
My eyes will be Bleeding.
Green will turn to red -
The day on the bloody field.
