Boodshed Must Goes On!

Last seconds come to end...

Shout is escaped out from the lungs filled by blood, cut rumble of death in this technogenic hell.
Reminiscences like horde of cycled dreams is flying before your eyes, desolved into infinity.
Resentment, rage, humility - wave of discrepant senses is spreading poison in your mind!
Torn in deathbed cramps, you're swollowed air to the mouth, scorched cold inflamed interior.
Submersion in feebleness bringed down on your head, smashed hope of salvation by hammer of destiny.
Why this fate has chosen you, this reflection scratched with claws inside!

Faster than light, drops of your strength in moment flow away like send through your fingers.
Slaves of alien will submissively go on meeting bullets and bayonets, devoting useless lives for their whims.
Bloodshed must goes on!

In blossomed out buds of explosions is heard madness
Rhythm of this fight, that forces to writhe in convulsions dead.
Stroke of falling bodies merges with a crunch of shattered skulls.
Unrestrained hurried pain reaps the harvest of your cries.
Smell of approaching final splashed resignation to the face.
Directed barrels, talk on the language of decay.

Black shroud compressed you in cold embraces, now fortune be covered it will get to another slave.
Blood freezed by horror, wild scream is choking in the roar. Death time has come to interfere in course of fodder's life,
That will be erased from existence of this cruel world and glanced in the eyes of hated fate!