A painful, drawn-out death You'll get what's coming your way Merely a fraction of the suffering that you have caused You've led a double life, of torture, rape and murder Sadistic acts, carried out in bursts of rage In this world, there's no cure for your sickness Our time, poisoned, plagued by your existence Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery! ...When you're done... Another life has ended Are you proud? Do you feel satisfied? A helpless victim builds a sense of power in you But that power will soon be ripped to shreds! In this world, there's no cure for your sickness Every human poisoned, plagued by your existence Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery! (Solo: A. Bertilsson) They died in vain, enduring sickening pain Your victims, all slain, to you it is a game Never felt shame, since media gives you fame "Murderer" is your name, and you deserve all blame! In this world, there's no cure for your sickness Everything... poisoned, plagued by your existence Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!