Drowned into bullets and blood, they're the warriors Hundreds of people born in the cradle of action Tanks and soldiers fighting against the damned Piles of corpses forming trenches An advanced army annihilates every trace of life in its wake Children under ten carrying their rifles, pointing to their nearest enemy Mothers raise killing machines, their only wish is to protect their home A country submerged in greed began this war to enrich itself
A simple example of power demonstrated by the ash warriors Brave lives that wake up waiting death without any hope of tomorrow
Born in fire, fire shall be, ashes they will become Corpses destroyed by explosions, faces disfigured by survival scars War as a business, powder as currency; a community asediated by an indiscriminated combat
Ash warrior – the definition of a natural survivor
The severed creation of belic conflicts The remains of innocent lives cover the ground Their sorrow roam the streets, their silence speak through guilty ears Marks of bombings and shootings cover my skin Blood of my family is beneath me With my gun warm and my hands stained, I point my goal…
Reload, aim, fire!
The calm before the storm has never ARRIVED!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
