Pity people, are not present to you a place here, be removed in an ass Haters of your egoism, will overtake you chaos and mess If only it was possible, to scatter you a fiery beam of a sight Asked about mercy, prayed for rescue of the bodies in this bloody fight
Having bent, Spitting slime Spraying bile Creeping grime
Reeling up guts On a wheel Dirty mongrels Slide in a hell
Stupid meat, the wild herd of animals going on a breach contrary to all The dead society with instincts of a locust, will sweep away As do not turn, and the sword of punishment will touch your heads and will touch your souls Look back around execution on a threshold and this great Doomsday will come today
On rotten bones there will be feasts Tombs will blow up and overturn Sink in explosion of dross Will crush and will cook on a fire