Eighteen years , my time has come
My fatherland calls me to the patriotic service
Coercive methods applied
No reason is worthy , for these musclehead’s flock
Officials’re screaming , youngmen’re punished
Who can be proud?
Chorusx2
Militia , Honour , Fascist Control!
The arny grows up to mantain the peace
A peace that4s built with bloody corpse piles
Two years are wasted , with rigid discipline
a btrainwash by the force , systematically made
erase my thoughts
Chorusx2