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