1915 bombs were flying Occidnet was already burning. No one was taking care about the shootings, in the Caucasus plain I see the crod yelling. From all this now I only see crime, crime, blood, rapes, tears, distress an misery. For a while yet just one order for every soldier: Gun the Armenian people down...

Ararat mountain eyes are the witness of our pain til´ the end of time.

Genocide, genocide millions of corpses for a piece of land

For 2 years blood ran through your hands, disgust, cowardis scorn, hatred swit you so fine. Victims voices of my past sound again and again on the earth. I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorryful world I tell:
The death there´s no death, just a lovely trip my friend to another land.

Hay mer...

I´m the devil hauting your country´s nightmares, people give me the world no one is innocent, that´s why they will all pay. My anger is a poisened gift, I spit on your past, spit on the war. I keep in mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorrowful world I tell:
The death there´s no death.
Just a lovely trip my friends to another land. To another land, to another land my friends...