Winds of death are flying into the storm, landing on the earth and kill everyone
Blasts of fire piercing blood and flesh, bombs to destroy in violent clash
Soldiers are dying, choked in own blood, pale corpses, mutilated and cold
Look at the sky and pray to god, prepare to die here comes the war
Refrão
The art of war is deep in human soul
And in the core of your hate
With flesh and gore the human-demon was forged
The storm of blood
The ground smells a dirt plague, desolated souls in this terror place
Bullets bursts a soldier's eye exposing your brain, who is the next to die?
Army of tirany ready to kill, fill with corpses the battlefield
Politics, military force, prepare to die here comes the war
Refrão
The gift of grow controls the human soul
Like winds in the rain
With lives and wars the human-demon forged
The storm of blood
The ground smells a dirt plague, desolated souls in this terror place
Bullets bursts a soldier's eye, exposing your brain, who is the next to die?
Soldiers are dying, choked in own blood, pale corpses, mutilated and cold
Look at the sky and pray to god, prepare to die here comes the war