Death to be on to the west threat Evil is the purity of lies No hope...as we are laying in the mud and wait for the end which is coming from above Creed is the engine of fighting Battleground is the death row of man Fire brings the pain in a bombshell, lies on the skin like glue its burning Napalm from the sky Look! How the world dies Smell the burning flesh Feel and hear the bomb crash Waiting for the enemy to show up Reload every dead man counts Get them all with a shot in the head now rules of the war "Kill him twice to be sure!" Pain of the flames which are rising, fire spreading out in the wood Napalm always and everywhere this is the end but I don't really care Napalm from the sky Look! How the world dies Smell the burning flesh Feel and hear the bomb crash Napalm from the sky Look! How the world dies Smell the burning flesh Feel and hear the bomb crash