Landscapes of mass assassinations Every corpse is rotten Every step is a "death way" Murder, is your destination You become a sinner But this time I'll take command War open several graves Corpses kill themselves Take time for the worms Fuckin´time Imminent war is coming And every corpse is dead Amnesty for the Nation That doesn't have name and place Every corpse into the ground Rise the flag of pain Imminent death ride away And every hope is dead. Walking through this place of Hell Kicking heads around This kind of horror is paranoid Sorrow, deny all the holy Weakness, fear, no mercy Tempted by the human flesh Human DECAPITATED…. Landscapes of mass assassinations Every corpse is rotten Every step is a "death way" Creeping, with the marked flesh Thousand tales of torture Absolute is terror. Not, Not, DIE.