Warpaint - Purification

I Wear my colours in the battlefield

I Wear my colours and I am ready to kill

Resistance — We won’t step back

March foward into an hell made of flesh and steel

Encircled by enemies, through their corpses I’ll force my way out

Resistance — We won’t step back

Bloodlust drags me deep into the pits of hell

Amidst the tortured souls fighting unto death

Covered with torn flesh and blood, I continue to advance

Frontline in the attack, face to face with the enemy

Hell no longer await as I run straight into its flames

Onwars to — the battlefield;

death — or victory

Death before Dishonor, the true path of the warrior

The prize of the battle: the head of the enemy

Pierced high on top of our pikes