We grow up creating
Stuntmen of life
We build a fight
To make a toast for the death

Warlords
We are fighting
The brave fight
That all men should be fighting
Don't hide yourself

To the war
I'm waiting your coward
To the Death
That is the only way

Do not send us
To fight and kill
In the name of your money, hookers
And fake sense of honor

We gonna fight
For those who are afraid
For our Honor and glory

I'll be writing with blood and bones
The final war
To enter into the History
And After my dead
I'll be waiting for you in hell