As I drag his body to the cell
I make sure he’s alive and well
Now I will begin to guide his fate
A chance for me to release my hate
Instruments of pain
Slowly pierce into the brain
Tears of blood fall from his eyes
Show no mercy as the m**m dies
Torturing some f**ing turk
I did it all for my race
Torturing some f**ing turk
The impure race will feel the wrath
The ottomans we shall attack
On our knees we never fall
k** this scum and k** them all
As I watch him pray I laugh inside
He still believes there is a chance
He will die no matter what
He will die no matter what
Starved for days
Drained of live
I don’t care for him or his people
I did it all for my race
Torturing some f**ing turk
I did it all for my race
Torturing some f**ing turk