Sixth month, sixth day, sixth hour, desperate maneuver
Going to fight, going to die over this land
Agony rules the sand
Black clouds cast a rain of lead
Going to raise a bloody flag over this hell
Sanity drowns in flames
Sinking below the artillery's blasts
Stranded in a horrid dream
A bad joke from reality
The blinding fear, the poisonous hate flow in this place
It´s time to meet the glory's taste before all burn
Goal is to advance, goal is to live
Yard after yard, inch after inch...
The blinding fear, the poisonous hate flow in this place
It´s time to meet the glory's taste before all burn