Testo Attack!

Our axes are chopping down those who believe in God

We will win, God defeat, Bodies that slowly rot

Women calling for their husbands, screaming out their names

Men crawling on the battlefield, dying in pain


Attack!



The ones who killed my son deserve a one-way trip to hell

Fighters got wounded, screaming out and many men fell

Scared to death, the enemy retreats to the open grounds

Swinging my axe, heads fall down, victory will be found.


Attack!