At the dawn of this beautiful day Instead of being human you kill humanity Your Guns loaded with fear Pointing at the pointless victory So many wasted lifes Behind those strategies Earthling's field Hostile terror territory Fighting for those religions which one more peaceful Marching without the power of conception Doesn’t really matter where you were born On the end of the bloody day you’re still will be a human corpse So many wasted lifes Behind those strategies Earthling's field Hostile terror territory Left right left No retreat no surrender