Week end the terror in each street corner, Are the skinheads warming the boots. Boots, suspenders, in skin the tattoo, The blood is the that write the history in the city The night falls, fear is coming, Enemys running away for every corners Shoutings, runnings, sirens linked, Are the skinheads, the terror of dawn Time to go hunting, The scum left-wing men we go smash Side to side forever, we will not walk back, If coming from front you fuck you The time are goes, the people are desesperate, I scent the fear for every corners Shoutings, runnings, sirens linked, Are the skinheads, the terror of dawn