Текст песни DILEMMA - Посмертно

Killed when performing a debt
But nothing is proper to anyone
He disgraced the honor of the flag
Which is wiped out blood from the palms
I violated the vow of obedience
Turning a conscience into an instrument of torture
Fell and did not get up
Exchangeing your life for the continuation of the list
Made the wrong decision

And was recognized only by seals
Tired of closing his hands
And put them in contrast to the bombs
There are no survivors out of hundreds of thousands
Burned, crushed, distorted
Through this conveyor
That gives the awards posthumously