Текст песни Demons Of Guillotine - Умри Под Мой Рок'н'Ролл

One, two, three, four, five - and the game begins
The knife is sharpened, the gun is loaded!
The game begins - and the pigs need to run away
And we need to kill them,
We have the right to kill pigs!
Kill pigs
We have the right to kill pigs!
Slaughter pigs, slaughter a pig
We have the right to kill pigs!
... 69 was the beginning of the massacre,
But those days are long gone
Hello pig i am your superhero
With a gun in his hands and heroin in his blood!
... the engine breaks the cylinders towards life
Dust goes up to heaven, trunks burn in the sun,
A new terror rushes through the valley of death
And enough bullets to make hell here!
Hate for you is more drunk than wine
I know I drink hate, I breathe
Malice towards all living things
I am your death angel
You can think whatever
But lead your skull
It will not pass, at least we can argue for anything!
Blood, brains run down the wall
I turn on the radio, and there - rock'n'roll
The one that I like so much -
Die, pig, to my rock'n'roll!
Blood, death, pain!