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 b
etter 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!!!
2. Those Dark Desires That Torment My Soul
Craving for murders, tortures and blood
You seem not want to be discharged
In vain formerly I tried to strive against you
And now I can't satisfy you
Whom of the humans shall have the right
To understand my sufferings?
In my most insane dreams
Only you, Gwendolyne, remains pure...
You beard me. Little girl...
You make sport of me...
I'd like so much to catch you
And that day...
Craving for murders, tortures and blood
You seem not want to be discharged
Those black desires that torment my soul...
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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!!!
2. Those Dark Desires That Torment My Soul
Craving for murders, tortures and blood
You seem not want to be discharged
In vain formerly I tried to strive against you
And now I can't satisfy you
Whom of the humans shall have the right
To understand my sufferings?
In my most insane dreams
Only you, Gwendolyne, remains pure...
You beard me. Little girl...
You make sport of me...
I'd like so much to catch you
And that day...
Craving for murders, tortures and blood
You seem not want to be discharged
Those black desires that torment my soul...