Farina Kion

The machine of death has gone mad,
It flies, sweeping away everyone,
We dodged - this time,
Gone on the white band

We are here today,
And tomorrow we'll be there,
Where sick of the fire devil!
We will fight on the ground,
Under the sun and in pitch darkness,
We will fight in heaven,
We will fight to the end,

We will fight to live
For those who were first killed,
The enemy is like a ghost without a face,
We will fight to the end,
We will fight!

Under the black T-shirt, blood is playing,
And we are ready to win,
So give us a deal - without further ado
Went farther away!

Think of war,
Think of an enemy to us,
And death that picks in three steps!