In Silent czerwony parszywy cham

Terrifying screams all around
Sweat was pouring from the temples
The hole dug hurts the eyes
Destined for whom it was
The will to survive is getting greater and greater
br/>Unbroken like hardship
Thought brought something else
Than their reason could have told them
A red mangy mess of the only truth
Forty years of constant lies, propaganda
There is a call in my head
The painful truth about our agony
The last silent scream
Sounds like a bell< br/>This is the command to retreat
My face is now looking down
The Death Squadron has taken aim
Chaos in the heads, despair, regret
Because an untainted friend
He shot our people in the back
Without remorse, forgiveness
He pushed everyone else down
He shut his mouth for decades
That's the plan friendships had