Carry on!

Let's move lads, right to those Lightnings,
Let's carry on lads, into the Storm,
March right thru Madness, thru our Fear and their Tears,
Let's cary on lads, right into the Storm!

We are their Hope, They are our Glory,
We're soon be like them,
Just livingless corpses, without the breath.
sooner or later, there be all over Death.

Let's carry on lads, the trenches are waiting,
There's no silver lining. Just thread of their blood.

Rats.

Again and again.
Rows and the rows,
Thousands of sharp teeth,
Thousand of sharp clutches.
I hear em' all over me, 
Everywhere around me.
Everywhere, every night.

I hear their voices,
I feel their smell.
In the walls of my house,
In the walls of my mind...

Nothn' but them!
Rats.
Rats must die, they don't even live. 
In the walls, under the sheets.

Under the Ground,
Under the fire,
Towards to Death,
Onwards to Fight!

They are all Rats,
They are all dead.
And so even I,
Inside my head.

Inside the Tunnels, 
We live, fight and die,
Inside the Tunnels,
There still am I...

Vedl jsem muže své...

Vedl jsem muže své na frontu.
Vedl jsem je pár kilometrů.
Vedl jsem je a bylo mi zle.
Měl jsem chuť utéct.
Před námi hořelo nebe výbuchy,
Nohy se smýkaly bahnem.

Vedl jsem muže své na frontu,
Ty dlouhé stovky metrů.
Vedl jsem je a chtělo se mi brečet.
S hlavou vztyčenou, se zatnutými zuby,
Vedl jsem je na smrt.