A poor farmer boy, to the wars he goes

with his father's pride, and his mother's tears

and he goes a virgin, to both women and blood

he'll return a monster, mad crippled and blind

and his name is Atrocity

and his name is Atrocity

Soon they will teach him, how to love the war

and how to kill, for a piece of rag

the burnt out houses, the murdered babies

the gang raped children, shall be his calling card

and his name is Atrocity

and his name is Atrocity

And he shall make orphans, and widows too

and he will torture with a smile on his face

and he will take sons from mothers and fill their world with pain

and he will take brothers from sisters and lay their souls to waste

and his name is Atrocity

and his name is Atrocity