Testo Mista Veri Pakenee (English)

The disorder produces the euthanasia.
The dancer bombards his associate with stones.
The pitiful journalist raises his face
In sweat and perversion, for the prayer of God.

The fist is strong, as is the act of violence,
blood escapes
The fist is strong, as is the act of violence, blood escapes
In the father's hand is the discipline; or leather belts
From whence blood escapes, and hammers strike

The woman who is pregnant
Is violated by her appearance
Morals draw their foundations from here
Speaking the truth and talking shit.

The fist is strong, as is the act of violence,
blood escapes
The fist is strong, as is the act of violence,
blood escapes
In the father's hand is the discipline; or leather belts
From whence blood escapes, and hammers strike
You ask for more
And all principles sink into hatred
Today, the Sun is pure at its rising
And it beds down, strapping down the evening

Hydraulic propaganda satisfies the children.
Silicon nourishes the new leader of all
The depraved body is changed into plastic
Moist and elastic, by God's prayer