I’m going down
To that hole in the ground
For my withered, wicked little Lords
I will die

This one’s for the motherland
I will never fail you
The chain, the saw, the rope
I will never let you down
I’ll meet you down there
When we’re done with the blowtorch and the razor
“Save yourself” they said
I just spat in their eyes
Said “Go on and do me a favour, I’m waiting

And now in the gloom
From the back of the room
Come now and take me
My senses forsakе me
I’m open and wide

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A cursе on you and your rancid ancestors
Take your bloodless head, stick it in the oven
Come on, let’s get into it, let the drain run black
But I never will spill what I’ve got in my sack
And now in the gloom
From the back of the room
Come now and take me
My senses forsake me
I’m open and wide, I’m ready to die

No, no, no… yes! Yes! Yes!