Dark clouds are gathering on the sky of our once nice country Troubles
cover in, the hope is lost The rich throws his money, the poor suffer
of hunger Those who aren’t hard as steel, will bleed to death

They say, I’m extreme because I speak out my mind
I don’t listen to them, I’m not scared of no one
I will be right, one day you’ll see
I’m not extreme, but the system…

They poison the river, nothing is done
Our Folk is dying, nobody cares about it
We’ll stand and watch in silence, till others take our land away
Those, who cut the throats of the virgin girls

They say I’m extreme…

Our ancient, Holy land is sick because of them
They’re from the kind we always hated
And we will hate them until this land doesn’t exist
Until we make the vermin pay