THEIR LAND, THEIR BLOOD

Heaven never cried our souls that the war took

No panic, pretend you'll get your bullet later (down behind your back)

Create the genocide without remorse, we have to push them back

Do you understand, i need to get your fucking "Roger that!"

Heaven never cried our souls that the war took

No panic. pretend you'll get your bullet later (down behind your back)

Grab your rifle, run the trenches with an M-5 grenade on chest

And scare them motherfuckers, let them bitches know - you're undead

Heard behind your back

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

" Behind your back"

"Roger that"

"Keep going"

"See that point behind your back?"

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

"Behind your back"

"Keep going"

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

" Behind your back"

"Roger that"

"Keep going"

"See that point behind your back?"

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

"Behind your back"

"Keep going"

Yee, son, this is night of fire

What’s your last desire?

There is one think i wanna tell you: war is hell

I think it’s time to grab your weapon

Disregarding fuckin death

Is no more

Why you think about this thing, son?

Goin’ to the nether with a rusty Mosin rifle

Never

Drop it

Down for whatever (night of fire)

This is hard shit, night is fallin’ on da field

Welcome to Vietnam, my boy

It seems you scared a little bit

I got a helmet from that dyin’ soldier (night of fire)

I got his name from his iron dog tag

My comrade yelling: Let’ start dat fuckin dusty engine

These victims of da government should be exploded by the tanks

Heard behind your back

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

" Behind your back"

"Roger that"

"Keep going"

"See that point behind your back?"

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

"Behind your back"

Told him fuckin’ “roger that”

Heard behind your back

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

" Behind your back"

"Roger that"

"Keep going"

"See that point behind your back?"

"Roger that"

"Roger that"

"Behind your back"

Dusty trench, a concrete cage

My mind's deranged

These visions of the nightmare are like the Devil's plan

Deep in my head I ain't no scared cuz feeling mad

So Im praying for the day I didn't see the ghosts of friends

But I've dropped all that shit

Now Im hunting for the victims

My foes are fussing while I creep

They made the wrong decision

My mision is not to survive

But to slice these zombies

I'm bout the warshit

Before the grave I'll give 'em conflict

Screams echo in the field, a symphony of fear

Another bullet's whistle, another mother's wail

Iron birds with fiery breath, paintin' death on high

Lookin' for a reason why, lookin' for a reason why

Screams echo in the field, a symphony of fear

Another bullet's whistle, another mother's wail

Iron birds with fiery breath, paintin' death on high

Lookin' for a reason why, lookin' for a reason why

“I, a citizen of the great Soviet Union, a loyal son of the heroic Soviet people (will you go to hell?) swear that I will not let go of my arms until the last fascist scum on our land is destroyed (told him fuckin’ “Roger that”). For the burned cities and villages, for the death of our children, for the torture, violence and abuse of my people - I swear: I swear to avenge cruelly, mercilessly and relentlessly. Blood for blood, death for death”.

“Roger that”

Their land, their blood