I am born when thunder strikes the ground
Wherever I go pleasure I seek and Heavy music follows me
Every big city is my home, blessed be their whores
All mad dogs are my friends and I live for today
My irreligion is deep thought and my existence is Heavy
Cursed is the long road - I plunge into myself
And forever I'll be true to my instincts...
...and (only) to the flag of leather, spikes and chains!

Amen

When the old bury the young
When the elderly witch is pregnant (again)
When the virgin's cunt becomes too loose
You know that your time is at hand

When you're surrounded by enemies
And defeat all of them with pure thought
When your cup is filled with their blood
Your pride will be back to stay

When the priests rape their lambs
When young girls slaughter their folks (with empty eyes)
When the world ends in fire
It is of this same fire that we are born