Payés sur la bête [English translation]

Europe you’re old, weary and castrated

Your illness, Europe, is the intellectual.

Where have your berserkers and your Astraeas migrated

Once so quick to puncture the spleen of these cockroaches in dual?

When will we see again those happier days,

These exciting games?

Of students launched from catapults

In ponds of piss, amphibians

And excrements?

May they study sex with crawling animals…

At the Coliseum the irksome mouth breathers

The phrase-touts from the ultra-left

Let’s cut their dirty ugly boorish heads

And carve for ourselves masks

With their dead faces.

Ribbit!

Chirps the ugly AIDS toad which suckles from your body

For me

He wants to do bad things to you,

Stuff oh so gory

So get back to your mother on time,

Go read

Before I shove an inverted

Cross up your shitter

We challenge the spirits…

Big boss Satan in this life may we just

Dominate

Drink

Shit

Kill

O Domine!

Spitting our

Spunk

In

Their

Slick-backed

Hair.

Impale

The

Ugly

On their

Ukuleles.

Pounding the snatches

Of their

Wenches

Making them

Ululate.

Singing some

Noire

Peste

While

Urinating.

‘What are those

Black

Beasts?’

Our prisoners

Shout.

Awooooo! Awooooo! Awooooo!

Awooooo! It’s feast day

Awooooo! While you pray

Awooooo! We break your ribs

With a nunchaku.

Awooooo! We’re gross soldiers

Awooooo! And as for the traitors

Awooooo! We cut their heads

To shit down their necks.

Reibel machine gun, Merce-Benz,

Make room for your new lords!

Even if they’re awful, we’ll fuck your virgins

Their heads stuck in toilet macerators.

Your villa and your joy go up in smoke

As soon as we put a foot down your block

We stink so much that even Febreze

Can’t clear out our pheromones.