Hard cured blood is cleaving on my cold hands
A river of sweat is flowing down my forehead
Anger and pain – this is my motivation
I came to bring some hell

Bridge:
Am I the chosen one?
Will I become a holy man?

Chorus:
Just another killing spree
On another bloody day
To bring democracy
Where violence is routine

In the name of God I shed your blood
To punish all your godless actions
Peace and honour – my final destination
I thought I’d rest in heaven, but now I burn in hell!

Bridge:
Oh God, what have I done?
Is this what you wanted from me?

Chorus:
Just another killing spree
On another bloody day
To bring some liberty
Where violence is routine