The Language of Hate

Chaotic scenery on a high tech battlefield
puppets of hate they're all doing their killing deeds
murder with system, no one will escape
machine-gun fire is the language of hate
blood-red is the sky
like the earth under your feet
blood-stained are your clothes
and everything you see
no fear, no pain no more
your life is like a dream
no words of peace no more
just load your gun and scream

cries from all around
red corpses on the ground
a man is damaging his ears
he can't stand this cries no more
endtime, total war - no mercy and no law

sounds of destruction
play a symphony of pain
madness and death
are the winner of this game
murder with system no one will escape
machine-gun fire is the language of hate