Blasters raised, set to indiscriminate phase, let's take it to their turf.
Stupid bastards, think they know combat. They've never seen it's face.
No prisoners shall be taken, it's crush ´em and kill all
Our killing fever will not be tamed by a half ass rebel force

The power generator was first to go, now all they've got is ice
Storming through their lines, we've got them on the run
Little fuckers, beneath our ranks, thinking they’re so bad
Let's smoke their skulls, eat their hearts, we'll drive them to the ground


The audacity to hope will lead you to the rope
(We intend to hang you)

The audacity to hope will lead you to the rope
(We intend to)


You know we know your name and we won’t let it slide
We’ll be laughing so hard when they’ll be swinging from the gallow’s pole
A galloping storm of death, we’ll grind them to the bone
They wish they knew what we were capable of, but only their dead know

Our boots will be bloody and wet as we march into their base with great stride
Shattering their bodies, string them up high, drawing the fight into a fevered pitch
Searching through room by room, eviscerating all
Unload our ammunition into their backs and their faces, their resistance will count as none

The audacity to hope will lead you to the rope
(We intend to hang you)

The audacity to hope will lead you to the rope
(We intend to hang you)


Weapons firing in a fit of aggression, the enemy will soon be gone to hell
Caravans of the dead lie lifeless on the ice
Their highest in command cowering in the snow
His last thoughts go to his children and his beautiful wife

Charged one into the wall and spilled up open his guts
As he lay there disemboweled and crying, he knew now not to fuck with us
The blood in his face disappearing as he slowly takes his final breath
Another KIA for this trooper, another victory for us all



The audacity to hope will lead you to the rope
(We intend to hang you)
The audacity to hope will lead you to the rope
(We intend to hang you)