You sons of bitches,
Masters of war,
Thieves of life,
You are the demons who dance in the night.
You, creators of destruction,
With your hands stained with blood,
You have unleashed hell on earth,
And now the sky cries tears of fire.
You are the masters of war,
But you are not the masters of us.
We are the warriors of the shadow,
And we will fight until our last breath.
You, lords of darkness,
With your hearts cold as stone,
You have stolen the light of the world,
But you cannot extinguish the flame within us.
You are the masters of war,
But you are not the masters of us.
We are the warriors of the shadow,
And we will fight until our last breath.
In the storm of battle,
In the roar of the cannons,
We find our strength,
We find our song.
You are the masters of war,
But you are not the masters of us.
We are the warriors of the shadow,
And we will fight until our last breath.
So, motherf*ckers,
Masters of war,
Thieves of life,
Know that your end is near.