With all the sores and wounds Who can judge and think clearly Through ashen eyes that see nothing But fear and desperation Touched by caustic hands that harm Pushed back and enslaved once again Time has come for ruthless cleansing Make up your mind and slaughter the swine All hail to ruthless cleansing Into their putrid wormholes We'll sow their own poisonous seed From within their societies Process of decay shall seethe Time has come for ruthless cleansing Make up your mind and slaughter the swine All hail to ruthless cleansing Sentenced to live among the trash To inhale the winds of plague By rejection of this cursed destiny We shall regain the power to be again