Selbstmord - Through the Gates of Victims

My body bathed in blood
The shots go towards them
The acrid smoke of dead bodies hovers everywhere
There is no mercy even for the victims!
I hurdle corpses, there’s so many of them here
The enemies and the relatives die one after one

It’s hell on earth
We have to kill without mercy, without remorse
Death to the week - prise the honour
A cemetery breath of dead wind
Inside the victims grave - dead mist
Among the corpses - charred shreds of my body
I didn’t lose – death is the victor of all