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