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?
militia , honour , fascist control!
the arny grows up to mantain the peace
a peace that4s built with bl–dy corpse piles
two years are wasted , with rigid discipline
a btrainwash by the force , systematically made
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