In the land of myth and tales the forbidden temple lies Hard to reach, hard to find Jungle surround that ancient place Already the last priest is dead
Death, swords and inhuman minds control our world Marxists, nazies and communists steel freedom From our lifes Go wild you banging crowd Destroy there
Depressed by our nation Destruction by their big army The reality no one sees Because of this we start a terror For the one goal, we fight for
Bullets do represent the war Bullets are not game Bullets are made just to kill To overcoming enemies Shooting, killing and smashing That is the bullets
Nemesis hordes of hades are blasting over the earth Saveness diapering frightening of the human Death for the guilty one, no hope is given to them No
hate and the fate mixed up because it is far too late Go assassin, fight assassin Kill assassin, the life assassin The blood which flows brainless killing for that life will go Metal
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In a day of 1999 it had to happen The result of man's stupidity became real Death smell is everywhere In their nicely worked out war plan Through the