Blackened Heart of Africa, Dry Continent of d**h
Vermin Infested, Cesspool of Mutations
Never Ending Chaos, Breeds the New Face of War
Behold these Children, Playing with the Reaper
As their Marching on to the Rhythms of the Dead
Conscious-Free k**ing Disease, Devoid of all Emotions
Zombies of Reality, Breathing Decaying Corpses
Violent overthrow of Life, Vicious need to k**
Victims of a Desperate Creed, Their Born and Bred
To March along to the Rhythms of the Dead
Point Blank, Terminate
Squeeze the Trigger and Open Fire
Survival of the Fit, In d**h we Trust
Deliver us, AK-47
Like a pack of Wolves
Their running through the night
Hunting their prey
Slaughtering their way
This Vicious Horde from…
Hell
Extortion of their Innocence, Consuming their Vital Essence
Enslaving our Creation, Man-made Abominations
Harnessing their Fury, State of the Art of War
Unleash the Plague to a Worldwide Epidemic
As were Marching on to the Rhythms of the Dead
Point Blank, Terminate
Squeeze the Trigger and Open Fire
Survival of the Fit, In d**h we Trust
Deliver us, AK-47