The livestock ate the sheperd
And starved smiling to death
Pasture found they not
You loved your next,
And ate your own mother
Loser in own war
Lord in own chains
You see towards the sun and freeze to death
Chopped to blood in golden cages
Choked in virtuous highsong
You kiss the hand who killed
Your own brother
You can be sure,
I never turn my back on you
You can be sure,
I shall forever mock you
Think very carefully
What you have shaped
When you lay there and die
Hear, out there were
Our laughter reverbates
Tink about what
That awaits you,
You miserable fool!
We laughed when The Snake Pit burned