Your crotch is money
Your passbook full of church boats 1
How does the power and the money taste now
While picking up your bones from the floor?
Angels are supervising an empty body
Your pitch-black soul
And is that what you were going to trust
That the world will produce more people like you?
You tar your path
Sacrificing a life in the name of the father, the son and the fist
I am running as Rambo of heavy metal
Over the gloomy night of Sumatra
I will impale you with an iron bar
And punch you in the face with my dick
I am Nykänen, Frederik and Halme
A murderer and Olof Palme
A broadcast on the antennas by strangers
Foil the hat and creatures shall fuck off
A mark of a shoe in the ass of a traitor
Bullet hole in the forehead of a snitch 2
If the chicken won't lay eggs and the rooster won't sing
As a consequence heads will be cut off
All shall go, the sanity shall go
A knife is tickling your throat
With a small wrist movement
The worries won't bother in retirement
There is a Holy Land under our feet
Where a living can stone another one
Forced baptism, midday prayer
A fall of tears at The Wailing Wall
I am running as Rambo of heavy metal
Over the gloomy night of Sumatra
I will impale you with an iron bar
And punch you in the face with my dick
I am Nykänen, Frederik and Halme
A murderer and Olof Palme
A broadcast on the antennas by strangers
Foil the hat and creatures shall fuck off
There is a Holy Land under our feet
Where a living being can stone another one
I am running as Rambo of heavy metal
Over the gloomy night of Sumatra
A broadcast on the antennas by strangers
Foil the hat and creatures shall fuck off
1. Vulgar drawing of vulva2. Vasikka literally translates to a calf, but is a metaphor for a snitch. (Thanks Griidi)