[Music: A. Bertilsson, A. Jakobson, O.Plsson, Lyrics: A. Bertilsson]
A painful, drawn-out death
Youll get whats coming your way
Merely a fraction of the suffering that you have caused
Youve led a double life, of torture, rape and murder
Sadistic acts, carried out in bursts of rage
In this world, theres no cure for your sickness
Our time, poisoned, plagued by your existence
Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
...When youre done...
Another life has ended
Are you proud? Do you feel satisfied?
A helpless victim builds a sense of power in you
But that power will soon be ripped to shreds!
In this world, theres no cure for your sickness
Every human poisoned, plagued by your existence
Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
[Solo: A. Bertilsson]
They died in vain, enduring sickening pain
Your victims, all slain, to you it is a game
Never felt shame, since media gives you fame
Murderer is your name, and you deserve all blame!
In this world, theres no cure for your sickness
Everything... poisoned, plagued by your existence
Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
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