1. WOJNA

He shows no mercy
Doesn’t hesistate at all
It doesn’t matter if
You are a child, woman or old

And by the sword
He takes their life
In the name of greed
In the name of God

He serves those
Who wield the power
Bringing suffering and destruction
Envoy of death
 
The world is on fire
The highest mercy
Which carnifex can afford -
misericordia, it’s called

You can hear that sound
Hoof beat of his horse
He raises fear among the crowd
Blood cleans the ground

From a safe distance
King uses the hands of young
Kills for a piece of land
In the people arouses stung

Every reason is right
To justyfy spilling the blood
Every excuse to start the fight
To steal and burn to the ground

Where disagreements and divisions
Humans nature feed war
Slaughter infidels and protestants
Create landscape runoff with gore

The soil is tainted
The soil is red
The hands are also
From blood which was shed

Ground lined with corpses so white
Their eyes are still wide open
The horrors of a day, even the night
Is not able to hide

Dulce bellum inexpertis
Bellum omnium contra omnes
Praeparet bellum
Aut neca aut necare
Igne natura renovatur integra

There is no glory
Just ugly truth
What for are honours?
When all you can see is ruth