Текст песни War Machine - Trauma

You can smell this stench
You can almost see this paralysing fear. so unknown to you
Death and contagion all around you
'You are a vulgar creation of mass destruction (annihilation)

Extra-terrestrial tentacles lurk in you
Enormous so they reach the stars frontier
Black blood flows down to you
There is no mercy in you

You are created to bring the message of murder
Your hands and eyes are testimony
And deed of bloody carnage

You were born to kill
You were born in death's chamber

Carnage... is policy. carnage... is superpower carnage... is me!

Annihilation sweeps across the world
Viruses, tentacles of war. famine
Cover the world with shroud of prodigality
Where you are the commandments

Your eyes will never cover with tears
Neither will your soul scream in despair

You are the creation of architects
You are a sick war machine

Carnage... is me! carnage... is superpower carnage... is policy

Like a degenerated priest of extermination
You carry the message of genocide and sadism
War grows inside you
And transmits at your innocent generations.
As they become the end of your existence!

Oh! you are the lord of decay, paralytic stench
This arena for lords and slaves

Carnage... is me! carnage... is me! carnage... is me!

O! lord, stay yourself