Ain't A Damned Thing Changed
Han hade vatt å sketet man kunde inte spola. Hadel...
Ute blåste vinden till storm. Olas skit den va lång som en orm.
Nu ska vi höra vad Ola han kan, med tre fyra skitar fylla en spann.
Hadelittan hade lade da... och så vidare.
Efter en timme så kom Olas mor. Hadel...
Herregud Ola va skiten va stor. Hadel...
Ola du måste se hur du gör,
för far din har bara lagt tvåtums rör.
Ola han satt där fet som en gås,<
The End is Night
A fetid, wornout scenery, this cradle of man.
Sucked bonedry, the Ancient Mother at the end of her lifespan.
Craving, ruthless, the child that ate its own womb,
human vermin, abandon this place of doom.
Cosmic winds blow - the surge is powerful,
to the stars the future leads.
Walk away from the battlefields of the old world.
earthling - wipe the blood from your eyes.
Arise...
Distant suns shine over strange horizons,
unknown wars fought on alien land.
Alien eyes look upon mans arrival,
greeted - by fists or with open hand.
The umber sphere of Earth fades into black, Sol astern, swollen in agony,
the last glimpse of home. Ahead - the universe...
Craving, ruthless, the child that ate its own womb...