Border lines are crushing
Invasion from the sky, the land, the sea
Mandatory battle
Bloody and devastating
Tanks are marching forward
Flames are devouring lives
Boots of imperialism
Kicking down the doors
Blood is flowing in the Arvand river
Sound of explosion
Echoes of anxiety
Raining missiles
Blood-red sky
An earth reduced to ashes
Gives birth to triumph illusion
But resistance cripples the killing machine
Faith stronger than armaments
Turns the dream of expansionism into a nightmare
War crimes, Chemical weapons
Alone against global conspiracy
Soldiers themselves have become trenches
Smell of burning meat
Religion, The child-soldier’s gallantry
Holy martyrdom
Detached heads, arms and legs
Throwing away in the air
Creates the portrait of death
Blood the price of soil
And worthless peace is buried under the corpses
Kill or be killed
Survivors, Murderer heroes
Kill or be killed
Heroes with bloodied hands
This, our morbid nature
This, Inevitable scar
Our Morbid Nature