No forgiveness, no mercy

We are the barbarians

I dream of million bodies strewing the battlefield

Ripped up by the blades of vengeance

Spilling their decaying guts in the grass

Fertilizing my lands and forests

The harvesting will be better next year

We are the pagan legions in the employ of ourself

I see thousands cadavers of those hippie vermines

Gutted up to throat of their sacred ecstasy

No tolerance toward this polluting waste

No rave parties on my land

They are the parasites they are the weakness

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