Now it's time to cry
Riding a horse from the wood he's coming
On his left hand a cut-off head
And the wind starts to blow behind him
Blood and fire turn the crops in ash
And the sun sets over there
He stops a while and proud he stares
He brings death on left and right
And pukes his name: it's Lord of the Flies
You'll be dead, life will never come back
From his anus comes a blasphemy
While he's touchin' the laundress' ass
Around him thousands of the worst bandits
Who bark, laugh, kill and raid everywhere
(He says): "All the people I will mash
I will lead 'em down in Hell
Fear me I bring only crying
So let bow down to Lord of the Flies!"
You'll be dead, life will never come back
"All the people I will mash
I will lead 'em down in Hell
Fear me i bring only crying
So let bow down to Lord of Flies!"