Пехота Диверсантов - Белая Мизантропия.
текст песни

Dirty sweet hell
And thrush is thrown into sugar
Cum on the face
Feng is scattered everywhere
Nine milimeters
Believe cartridges
We will kill everyone
All lie, gandons!
I have already finished, you are already ready
We are all together
And we are already ready ...

Plywood sounds, the stage lies
Dead children, scattered guts
And the smell of the foul, meat is worth
On burned people, lights burn!
Aaaaaaa ...
I hate you...
Aaaaaaa ...
White misanthropy.

We still stayed, one more day
They gathered in a loop, but laziness hung
City Day again, grenade in the crowd
Guts, shit, blood, start shooting!
Nine milimeters, charging cartridges
Fire Line - Heap Gandones!

Plywood sounds, the stage lies
Dead children, scattered guts
And the smell of the foul, meat is worth
On burned people, lights burn!
Aaaaaaa ...
I hate you...
Aaaaaaa ...
White misanthropy.

The infantry left, retreating during
We have one day and a reserve of a whole hairdryer
Another hour and again we will start
We’ll shoot everyone, we’ll separate the brains!
Nine milimeters, charging cartridges
Fire Line - Heap Gandones!

Plywood sounds, the stage lies
Dead children, scattered guts
And the smell of the foul, meat is worth
On burned people, lights burn!
Aaaaaaa ...
I hate you...
Aaaaaaa ...
White misanthropy
Aaaaaaa ...
I hate you...
Aaaaaaa ...
White misanthropy.