To get hold of a Christian fuck
In the cold darkness I waited with the wind
It howled as if possessed by the devil
But finally I got sight of a poor one
I raised my clenched fist
I shall tear your soul apart!
You will feel the poor I was granted from darkness!
Pray for mercy you pitiful fuck
And my laughter shall once again resound
Loud in the cold of the night
Where frost will freeze your last
With a might blow I cracked your skull
From which voices will forever resound in the Kingdom of darkness