Dressed in black, weapons in hand Prepared to kill, to eliminate the ill Riding in the night, ready to fight No mercy at all, the scum will fall
Forged in the pits of hell, there they dwell Protected by black shields, crossing the fields Hunting the wild pigs, making them scream Breaking their legs, exploding their heads
Bullets flying through the air Blood on the streets everywhere People running scared War is declared Smoke covering the sky People with tears in eyes Chaos reigns Beneath the remains
Who has guilty? The filthy pigs Brake their teeth Cut their feet Break their bones Cut their balls Smash their skull Cut their arms
