It's time for the servant to die!
Let the blood of our good city cry!
Time for the slave to demise!
Oh what pain and agony we drive!
Slay the Swiss!
In
rotting bones!
Who has to be a sensation!
Save the citizens!
With not the days, wisdom, wit and will!
Tense,
drunken cities in a land filled with atrocity!
No need for profits,
even the priest backsheath!
Now to church towers,
your will is done by now!
Serpentine, Medea!
With not the days, the race, wit and will!
Lust and fear,
rusting before you!
Die!
Die!
Rather fear the grass than the pouring rain!
Lust, sorrow,
wrath, rusting before you!
Serpentine,
Medea!
With not the days, wit and will! Lust and fear,
rust before me!
Tense,
drunken cities in a land filled with atrocity! No need for profits,
even the priest backsheath!
Slay the Swiss!
In rotting bones!
Who has to be a sensation!
Save the citizens!
Slay the Swiss!
In rotting bones!
Save the * citizens!
Who has to be a sensation!
Serpentine, Medea!
Wasted away!
Lust still,
wait for me now!
Lust and fear, wasted away!
Serpentine, Medea!
With not the days, the race, wit and will!
Lust and fear, rusting before you!
Serpentine, Medea! With not the days,
the race, wit and will!
Serpentine, Medea! With not the days,
the race, wit and will!