Walk with me
Straight lines on a killing spree
You will see

Twisted faces, black debree

Hail! hail!

Robota

Have no fear

If you're afraid then you're too weak
All is clear
Let the hate and armour speak


Hail, hail!
Robota


Coming around
We're coming around so face the ground

Hear the sound
Of marching footsteps in straight lines