The battle begins, army at war
Aiming to kill every son of a whore
Soldiers are ready with weapons in hand
In a field full of claymore hidden in the sand
Gunshots, bomb blasts and screams «fire in the hole»
The enemy is losing territorial control
Dead rebel’s torsos and limbs form a pile
Those haunting images, so gruesome and vile
To kill
To slay
Extermination now
No one escapes
No turning back
Your time is up
It’s a deadly attack
Living or dying but never retreat
Waiting for the enemy’s sign of defeat
Sighting a handful of criminals afar
Prepare to kill, fire the mortar
To kill
To slay
Extermination now