On the iron footsteps of the feet
There will be no roads left
Under the shore
And in the palms of turpentine
Haye road to the armored infantry!
Our throats are burning wine
In our essence, terror
We carry the law on swords!
Our goal is Armagedon!
Haye road to the armored infantry!
We are not magnificent (obscene word), we broke their ridges