Swimmin’ in s... I’ve got all on command

Always, everywhere I’ve got something to do,

The screams of blockheads – almost shootin’ the dead

Oh! What’s the stink, revolutions in my brain!

On one command we wake up, we’re a mob

Followin’ the madmen we bleed by our eyes,

And one shout gives us a dream

A big problem we’ve got – can we dream or not?

His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo

His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle – array

Curses like a bandit and leaps at the wall

Notorious fool – automatic uniform

He knows so little, but here he’s the law

He didn’t make efforts to get on my nerves

I hate his laughter, it isn’t sincere

He reacts to command – an animal intellect.

They talk about it and try to frighten

They talk about that – delude by rewards

My carrion will fill up this empty place

I’ll stay unknown – driven into concrete.

I’m a shooter and a target, I’m a hero – killer.

If I kill more I’ll get a monument

I’ll die with desire, I got their word:

Fire will burn over my head!

Barmy Army, Dead Army, Barmy Army, Shadows Army.^[1]