Alone in the wood
You are in a good mood
A smile on your lips
And blood on your tits

Dismember this freak
Bite off his dick
Put it in your pocket
'Cause you need it for your dick collection

Five years ago you were raped by your stepfather
You were a teeny and too weak to defend yourself
Nobody helped you, not even your crying mother
The only words of this bastard were: don't bother

Now you take revenge on all fucking guys
Cut off their balls and eat them with fries
After that dinner you're drinking some beers
You keep their dicks for your own souvenirs

In front of the mirror you start to cry
So many people had to die
'Cause of this bastard who is still alive
There is no reason to dry your eyes

Du weißt dass es zu Ende geht
Der Zeiger kurz vor „Selbstmord" steht
Zum Umkehren ist es nun zu Spät
Der Sturm dein Leid gen Westen weht

Das Leben senkt sein müdes Haupt
Du trägst die Kleider einer Braut
Der Tod dir in die Augen schaut
In deiner Hand des Fährmanns Maut

The bastard put soil onto your grave
He participates with his new slave
You can see how his eyes glister
In his arms your sweet little sister

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