Текст: Bolt Thrower. Concessions Of Pain.

No justice found beneath
The blackened clouds of war
Attack in the darkness
No peace before the dawn

Killer instinct, sadistic tendency
Aggression breeding hatred, kill all enemies
Power surge eliminates remorse for mankind
Hopelessness, domination freezes in the mind

Dormant hatred lies in state
Hands of death await your fate
Concession of pain, taste for power
Life awaits its final hour

Lost in conscience, strange mess of thoughts
Privilege of pain, gained the power sought

Mass enforcement, total control
Captives of command, fallen to our hold
Dark torment of the fear inside
Domination takes away your pride

Dormant hatred lies in state
Hands of death await your fate
Concession of pain, taste for power
Life awaits its final hour

No justice found beneath
The blackened clouds of war
Attack in the darkness
No peace before the dawn
No peace before the dawn