Stalking your like vermin
Waiting for their chance
Waiting of you to slip up
to trample you down at the kill
Big shit
Until your spirit is empty
Till your mind stops working
To get it into your head
That thinking´s not for you
Big shit
Your putrid souls, will agonize
At the dark gates, of hell
you´ll give account, for your abuse
you´ll pay dearly, for all your lies
The flames and death, tow final steps
The end decided, by your weakness
The essence of hate, in your head
The essence of shit, in your skin