Live for the dawn, Zenith shall bless your victory. Fight for your life, Dusk shall kneel you till the eternity. Paramount strategy, Air raids till the graves, The lunacy of patriotism has grasped. You must carnage the foes, Spear the front, Through the shining corpses, Through the howling darkness. You must survive, Wait for O' mother, Oath of your kids won't go vain. Felled comrades do salutes, The remnants of Armageddon. Forgive me O Lord, Sooner or late, I shall plead you! Your son must avenge for a scorched mother.