Our axes are chopping down those who believe in God
We will win, God defeat, Bodies that slowly rot
Women calling for their husbands, screaming out their names
Men crawling on the battlefield, dying in pain
Attack!
The ones who killed my son deserve a one-way trip to hell
Fighters got wounded, screaming out and many men fell
Scared to death, the enemy retreats to the open grounds
Swinging my axe, heads fall down, victory will be found.
Attack!