Operation Plaga Extrema - Protector

The inside of a plane full of dirt and strench

Future warriors in dusty uniforms

Send into this suicide by mad leaders

No one knows if he’ll ever get back home

Here they go singing of tomorrows pride

Our foe — No chance, No chance

We will win — Kill’em, Kill’em

Sailing down with parachutes into the hell

Ruins, debris, ashes before their eyes

Robot-tanks are grinding stones into dust

Suddenly the hell breaks loose, the weapons bark

Soldiers running, falling and wallowing in pain

The robot-guns stop shooting, there’s nothing more to kill

Mad operation — unscrupulous greed

The final aim: world domination

Uncontrolled lust for power

High — handed egotism

Struggle for immortality