Pity people are not present
To you a place here be removed in an ass
Haters of your egoism
Will overtake you chaos and mess
If only it was possible
To scatter you a fiery beam of a sight
Asked about mercy, prayed for rescue
Of the the body in this bloody fight
Having bent
Spitting slime
Spraying bile
Creeping grim
Reeling up guts
On the wheel
Dirty mongrels
Slide in hell
Stupid meat, the wild heard of animals
Going on a breach contrary to all
The dead society with instincts of a locust
Will sleep away
As do not turn,
And the sword of punishment will touch yor heads and will touch your soul
Look back around execution on the threshold
And this great doomsday will come today
Having bent
Spitting slime
Spraying bile
Creeping grim
Reeling up guts
On the wheel
Dirty mongrels
Slide in hell
On the rotten bones there will be feast
Tombs will blow up and overturn
Sink in explosion of dross
Will crush and will cook on the fire
