Unsilent Pigeons in the farm abyss, a sign for the Swinehordes to ride Throned by brownstorms, the Farmer's getting empty while his crab louses swim against the tide Frozen by asswinds upon his deadwhite throne, he's grunting like an Immortal through the holes of Eternity Cursing the beans on that day of silent sorrow, he bitterly tastes the triumph of bestiality
Storming through brown clouds and intestinal winds, the Winterbeasts descend in eminent silence Circling above, swine after swine, they ride steelclad Ducks quacking their battle chants Grabbing their leeks, they get ready for action, one by one they land beyond the north barn Slowly they summon their brown smell of destruction, proudly concluding their Journey to the Farm
"In my farmyard cold, its ravishing pigness Cursed into eternity, Swine of Northern Darkness"
"Peggy, Hog of the Depths, I summon thee... Gruiiik !"
Sneaking in winterhaze, the Demons lead the fight Quacking ducks, grunting pigs, cucumbers brandished high Pumpkin-throwing artillery, they tear down the walls Hang their cat, rape their dog and go for every hole !
Sound of claws grinding flesh, run away from the sharp beak Grinning teeth, beating wings, gooses buttfucked with a leek Blood was spilled, feathers fell, dead beasts piled up in the yard One by one, the old barns started burning in the night
As we behold this tragedy unseen, hear the cries from the mourning farm Smell the Pigs enthroned as Kings of the Swinerealms Taste their scythes and tails - feel the harm
Behold the Kings of the Swinerealms, on their deadwhite thrones, grunting, watching Farmageddon.