Dispatched among those stinking human pigs In order to make them suffer And to spread Evil As life this is my destiny...
Those worms make me cry They are so feeble, so contemptible They "are" nothing else than emptyness Some shameful parasites... "God" should not better have created Similar "beings" from his image...
You, living god-worms, Do you believe being able to make We respect the laws you have founded Still longer? You have blindiy felt that you could Rise above our Dark Mother Nature's Chaos...
Our law is that of the Strongest Let me you who are the greatest Killers The Sons of the Great Satan! Worms, I only owe you my Hatred!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
