Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die
In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
He was like an object that is being processed
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination
The vast solitude in him witnessed it all
Those self afflicting eyes
And their fear painted faces
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
Hosts to oblivion
Exploring the darkest of places
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck
Every day seemed like an endless night
When would he ever wake from this void
No other voice than his own will ever tell
What was real and where he had been
What he had done
Did you bleed for the cause
Like the rest of his men
Did you capture the euphoria
How it was like to kill
Such a necromantic force behind it all
They sure did battle till the end
But when came all the glory
And who got spared to carry his body
Just pure death and too profound to be shared
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
To serve the wastelands of insanity
At the front
Life forever lost its innocence
Never to see the light of day again
He pondered his last few steps
Into the realms of death
With his hands bloodstained
Courage and consistency
Bravery and valor
Honor and pride
For what was it all worth
(repeat)
"Верность"
Сжатый сквозь холодное чрево он был
Чёрный, как смоль и без лучей солнечного света
Ад, терпеливо ожидающий его кровь, пролил на землю
Благородное горе двигало сердце, всегда готовое умереть
В злобной системе, покорность золотая
Как ученики насилия, резни и кровопролития
Он был как объект, который обрабатывается
Кормящая сила разрушения, готовая для отвращения
Простор одиночества в нём очевиден
Теми причиняющими страдания глазами
И его страх разрисованных лиц
Сделанный из абсолютной дисциплины, нежелательной неудачи
Войска забвения
Исследуют тьму мест
Вонь гнилой плоти, дышит на его шее
Каждый день казался, как бесконечная ночь
Когда бы он проснулся от этой пустоты
Ни один другой голос, кроме его собственного не будет когда-либо говорить
Что было реально и где он был
Что он делал
Ты кровоточишь за причину
Словно часть его людей
Ты захватил эйфорию
Как это походило, чтобы убить
Такой некромантик удерживает позади всего
Они уверенно сражались до конца
Но когда пришла вся слава и тот, кто пощадил, чтобы нести его тело
Только чистая смерть и слишком глубокая, чтобы быть разделённой
Всё было выдумано зрением в его памяти
Чтобы служить пустым странам умопомешательства
На передовой
Жизнь навсегда потеряла её невинность
Никогда, чтобы не увидеть свет дня снова
Он размышляет о его последних небольших шагах
В королевство смерти
С его окровавленными руками
Храбрость и последовательность
Смелость и мужество
Слава и гордость
Чего это всё стоило?
Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die
In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
He was like an object that is being processed
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination
The vast solitude in him witnessed it all
Those self afflicting eyes
And their fear painted faces
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
Hosts to oblivion
Exploring the darkest of places
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck
Every day seemed like an endless night
When would he ever wake from this void
No other voice than his own will ever tell
What was real and where he had been
What he had done
Did you bleed for the cause
Like the rest of his men
Did you capture the euphoria
How it was like to kill
Such a necromantic force behind it all
They sure did battle till the end
But when came all the glory
And who got spared to carry his body
Just pure death and too profound to be shared
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
To serve the wastelands of insanity
At the front
Life forever lost its innocence
Never to see the light of day again
He pondered his last few steps
Into the realms of death
With his hands bloodstained
Courage and consistency
Bravery and valor
Honor and pride
For what was it all worth
(repeat)
"Loyalty"
Compressed through the cold womb he was
Black as pitch and without rays of sunlight
Hell , patiently waiting his blood , shed on the earth
Noble Mount moved heart, always ready to die
In the vicious system , obedience gold
As disciples of violence , massacres and bloodshed
It was the object that is processed
Nursing force of destruction , ready to ward off
Expanse of loneliness it is obvious
Those distressing eyes
And his fear of painted people
Made of absolute discipline, unwanted failures
troops oblivion
Explore the dark places
The stench of rotten flesh , breathes on his neck
Every day seemed like an endless night
When he woke up from this emptiness
No other voice but his own will not ever say
What was real and where he was
What did he do
You bleed for the cause
Like some of his men
You captured the euphoria
As it was like to kill
This keeps nekromantik behind all
They confidently fought to the end
But when came all the glory and the one who spared to carry his body
Just pure death and too profound to be shared
Everything was invented vision in his memory
To serve the country empty of insanity
at the forefront
Life forever lost its innocence
Never to see the light of day again
He reflects on his recent small steps
In the kingdom of death
With his bloody hands
Courage and consistency
Boldness and courage
Glory and pride
What it's all worth it?
