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