You have no fatherland, traitor
You live in welling falsehood
Ecstasy of joy is your goal
Greed, just more and more

You are roaming again, traitor
Endless way in front of you,
Is familiar with your past
That parasitic being of you

You despise the morality
You were born to plunder
By taking hold of egotism
You are spreading in your blemish

Our unforseen future,
The fate which is just laughing at you
Cadaverous smell fills the air
There`ll be no remains of you

You despise the morality
You were born to plunder
By taking hold of egotism
You are spreading in your blemish

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