Disgusting feeling in the Darkness
Only wanting to murder
The hate of my Mother
I twist your legs the wrong way
Death they smelt, nostrils over
Loaded with stenchy grench!
Bodies overthrown and then crushed
Within their own limbs, broken, torn, elastic
Sick dirty fools - Horrible twits

I make you die, doggy pigs
Remember as children we crawled
Now I disgrace the Throg Lord
Children were burned with coal embers
Their faces torched and melted with salty flames
Vikings had dreams of free goblins and shiny skies!
Blood spilled and bladder operations were untrue!

Awful Spit Bastards were looked upon
With an unnatural view point
There was only one thing to do
Watch their legs twist with
Spanners on their ankles
Chainsaws cutting their fibias
Blood (Crimson with clots!)
Yes, lovely blood!
Blood!
Oh, yes!